Time and again, Mo Ran went through agony, and so did Gu Yixuan.
Many times, when she was nearly out of breath, he could only calm himself down and keep pressing on her chest, performing artificial respiration.
He kept saying words of encouragement to her, his voice constantly lingering in her ears. This content belongs to NoveI[F]ire.net
Mo Ran’s will was strong enough; every time she heard Gu Yixuan’s voice, a new strength would rise up in her, allowing her to hold on a little longer.
Time trickled by little by little, day turning into night.
Mo Ran no longer had the strength to struggle; she felt her soul had separated from her body, floating in the air, coldly watching herself shattered to pieces.
The last time the attack struck, she completely fell into a coma, her breath hanging by a thread.
Gu Yixuan held her, rushed out of the ward, and quickly called for doctors to resuscitate her.
They kept shocking her heart, but the electrocardiogram showed little to no fluctuations, until finally, there was a slight fluctuation, and then she slowly began to breathe again.
After an entire hour of resuscitation, Gu Yixuan sat outside the emergency room, feeling as if all his strength had been drained.
Sitting on the ground, he stared blankly, not knowing if he could withstand the blow of losing her.
The doctor opened the door of the emergency room, and he turned his head to look, his heart tightening.
He wanted to run away, not wanting to hear any bad news. Just as he tried to stand, his legs gave in, and he knelt down abruptly.
This kneeling frightened the doctors; they could not bear such a grand gesture.
Hastily helping him up, someone smiled and comforted him, "Don’t worry, Mrs. Gu is all right now."
He swore, that was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his life. And it was the best news in the world.
All the strength suddenly flowed back into his body, and he stood up excitedly, not realizing that his face was already covered in tears.
After about two days in a coma, Mo Ran finally regained consciousness.
Looking at the unkempt and haggard Gu Yixuan by the bed, she barely recognized him.
"Ranran." Meeting her eyes, Gu Yixuan’s voice was somewhat choked up as he stared intently at her, not even wanting to blink.
"You’re all right, you’re finally all right," his voice trembled a bit.
Mo Ran understood what he meant; she smiled slightly, her eyes brimming with tears.
Had she escaped the Black Angel? She had finally escaped the Black Angel!
The two of them had both escaped from the hands of death!