"This is impossible! Impossible!" He covered his heart, stumbling step by step to the bedside, his face pale and contorted in agony, looking like a man who had just been sentenced to death, a sight so unbearable not even a glance could be sustained.
Yet, fate was so cruel to him; he had fought so hard to get here, to her side, but still, she showed no response whatsoever.
Even if he bit her, pinched her, there was no reaction!
He lay motionless beside her bed, cradling her in his arms just like that evening at Honghai during sunset, in the dismal light, he began to gently stroke her face, "Are you really leaving? Don’t you want me anymore? Don’t you want... our child anymore?"
He asked, word for word, his cold fingers trembling as they glided over her cheek, shaking like leaves in a cold wind.
However, she did not respond to him. She lay there, as if she had long since departed from him, leaving behind only her shell in this place, a shell devoid of any life.
His heart clenched again with excruciating pain, a suffocating agony quickly spreading out, instantly blurring his vision.
Even the strongest man has his weak point, and he, Ou Mucen, had lived all these years believing himself to be indestructible, with nothing in this world to fear.
But now he finally understood that she was his weakness, his Achille’s heel; without her, what would he do in the future?
He began to struggle for breath, the pain in his chest as if it were being sliced open with a knife, making his consciousness fuzzier and fuzzier. Clutching her, his eyes began to close, wanting to say something, but as the acute pain in his left heart chamber surged up, he looked at her and, bit by bit, collapsed onto her body.
Ou Mucen, how grateful I am that it was you I met that night!
Ye Ning, I too am overjoyed, the woman I searched for five long years, turned out to be you...
When Ji Chengzhi rushed into the hospital in a frantic hurry, there was no longer any sign of life in the intensive care room on the third floor. As soon as he saw it, his face drastically changed. He kicked the door open and burst in: "Mucen!! Ou Mucen—"
By then, the man who was lying on the bed, bending over to hold the woman, was unresponsive. The tall figure, now prostrate, appeared as lifeless as a withered leaf, rigid in a way that was terrifying.
This can’t be happening!
Seeing this scene, he was completely shattered, rushing over to lift him up from the bed, "Mucen? Someone help! Quick, get a stretcher!!"
He had never been so scared before. If the last time at Honghai, when he saw him like that, he was at least not utterly panicked; now, he truly felt fear.
Amidst a barrage of frantic shouts, the people outside brought in a stretcher, and immediately, he managed to hoist him onto it, both supporting and carrying him!
"What are you yelling for? Get to the emergency room, now!!" he screamed hysterically.
The doctors hadn’t expected the situation to be so dire, and seeing this, nobody dared delay. They lifted the person, searched for stretchers, and within seconds, the intensive care room was in complete