Chapter 507

Mu Wanqing's capsules are all painted with smiling faces.

Each of her letters is also so happy and lively, trying not to bring the negative emotions of parting to others.

But she did know that she was leaving.

The sadness and despair between the lines can not be easily hidden by the tone. The deep regret and love pour out on the handwriting

Also stabbed the heart of night Yu Chen.

"Yuchen, after I leave, I hope this bottle of love letter capsule can become your brocade bag! With it, you will not be bullied by the priest, or I will not be happy. "

"Well Also, you have to promise me that if there is an afterlife, you can't fall in love with other women! Marry me, marry me, marry me, say important things three times! You hear me! Remember to marry me

Ye Yuchen rolls up the little love letter again, binds it with a small aluminum ring, and puts it back into the bag.

He put away the glass bottle and couldn't see any more

Eyes suddenly red, in front of a hazy mist, some wet, narrow Phoenix eyes, ink eyes micro flashing Yingrun luster, it is tears.

"No Mu Xiaoqing will be fine... "

Qiao Wei sobbed softly, and the sound of weeping continued in the corridor, which suppressed the whole atmosphere.

The night imperial Chen bends down to sit on the bench, he uses the elbow to touch the knee, the big palm covers the eyes, but the tears finally slowly flow down from the eye socket, drip on the suit.

Angina pectoris, sharp pain, pumping pain.

Countless different methods of pain attacked his heart at the same time, and even spread to the whole body, deep into the bone marrow and meridians, gouging out the apex of his heart and flowing with the gradually cooling blood

She thought she was not married.

But he knew that she was already his right wife.

As early as when she first moved into the rose garden, as early as when she had not yet opened her heart to him, as early as when he was first moved

Now she wanted to leave him.

"Yeyuchen, you are a waste..."

"Gong Lichuan, stop it."

Just at this time, Gong Lichuan rushes over in a rage. He swings his fist and is about to hit Ye Yuchen's head, but Wen Shixian stops him without scruple.

Seeing that his fist was about to hit Wen Shixian's face, Gong Lichuan's eyes suddenly shrank, and suddenly stopped, "xian'er! You... "

"It's not his fault." Wen Shixian frowned lightly, "it's agreed by all of us to leave the hospital."

Miyazawa, holding back his outrage, turned and smashed his fist against the wall. Then there was a roar of fury.

Indeed, it's not yeyuchen's fault.

All of them are wrong However, is it wrong to want to help dying patients, to achieve her last wish in life?

If you ask Mu Wanqing again, she may still not regret it.

The corridor outside the operating room once again fell into an unprecedented downturn. The quiet air reverberated with a slight sound of swallowing. In addition, it was so depressed that I could hardly breathe

Time goes by.

The setting sun slants to the west, the sunset gradually converges after the month, the sparse stars hang in the night sky, but the red light in the operating room is still on.

"Have something to eat."

Xiangyang bought some food. He put his bag on the bench, but no one moved it.

Finally, the door of the operating room was pushed open.

The red light is still on, and Wen Yuzhe comes out of the operating room in a white coat, looking tired.

"How's it going?" Gong Lichuan rushes up and asks anxiously, "has Qing'er been rescued? Speak

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