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Yan Jingcheng never thought about how important a woman would be in his life, but until this moment, he only felt an empty and detached feeling, which made him feel suffocated.
That feeling of emptiness and detachment made him feel even more at a loss.
It¡¯s like, suddenly, everything loses its meaning.
Yan Jingcheng lowered his eyes to cover the dark red under his eyes.
Perhaps, he had occasionally fantasized about spending this life with her, imagining that one day in the future, they would have a child, and he would learn to be a good father, and she, perhaps, would become a good mother. Or, they may mess around with their children.
But no matter how many possibilities there were in the future, Yan Jingcheng never thought that she would leave him like this.
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At this moment, after Gu Mingzhu and Xie Jingxing were sent to the hospital, they were immediately pushed into the operating room.
Rong Xun was wearing a white coat and arrived almost at the same time.
Xie Jingxing was lying on the operating table. Due to excessive blood loss, it would be difficult to stay awake at this moment.
Xie Jingxing didn¡¯t know where he got the strength. He struggled to turn his head, looked at the woman lying on the operating table not far away, and smiled softly.
Xu Xinghe and Xu Xingbai also rushed to the hospital.
Seeing the lights in the operating room turned on, Xu Xingbai's eyes turned red with anger: "How about Mingzhu?"
Xu Xinghe said nothing, silently taking a cigarette out of the cigarette case and holding it in his mouth. His eyebrows were cold and cold, and his face was abnormally pale. It was obvious that he had not heard Xu Xingbai speak at all, and he had forgotten that the hospital was not there. Quasi-smoking.
The corners of Xu Xingbai's eyes were sore and he felt unspeakable self-blame.
She shouldn¡¯t have been allowed to go home alone. If she wasn¡¯t around for a while, something would happen to her.
Qi Lei, Chen Fei and others also rushed over. Yan Mingkun panted heavily and said urgently: "How about it, can Sister Mingzhu hold on until my brother-in-law comes back?"
When he heard this, Xu Xingbai was so angry that his face turned livid, he looked at Yan Mingkun coldly and said, "Tell me again!"
Yan Mingkun was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted and said: "Good luck and good fortune, blessings from Bodhisattva, Amitabha Buddha."
Xu Xingbai was not in the mood to argue with him. He leaned back on the chair in the corridor, feeling that his throat was tight and his heart was uncomfortable.
She didn¡¯t notice that Gu Mingzhu hadn¡¯t delivered it, but she could roughly guess it by looking at Xu Xinghe¡¯s expression.
Chen Fei blamed himself on the side: "It's all my fault. If he hadn't stood up for me, maybe Mingzhu wouldn't have played in the first place, and A Xing wouldn't have played either"
A Ran leaned against the wall, frowning and said, "No one wants this to happen, but it seems like someone is trying to harm Jing Xing."
After the group of people said a few words, they lost their mood and fell silent.
For a while, everyone in the corridor was standing or sitting, and no one spoke again.
About an hour later, the lights in the operating room went out for a moment.
Several people stood up one after another and hurriedly gathered around.
Not long after, the doctor pushed Xie Jingxing out and Qi Lei said anxiously: "Doctor, how are you doing?"
"The patient lost too much blood and suffered serious injuries on his abdomen and thighs. However, the operation was successful. It only takes about half a month to recover and he will be able to recover"
The doctor patiently gave many instructions, and Chen Fei and others were relieved.
Xu Xinghe glanced at Xie Jingxing without saying anything, then raised his eyes again to look at the operating room where the lights were on again.
Since he met Gu Mingzhu, he knew that he had too little to give her. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com