his allure

Chapter 112
Then Lu Xicheng's bloodsickness will recover sooner or later; then sooner or later, he will be able to go back to the operating table.

But now, even if it is good, it seems to be of no use.

Comminuted fracture of right arm.

No longer possible.

It was early morning when Lu Xicheng was pushed out of the operating room.

Lu Zhi had been waiting outside the door, feeling nervous that he didn't even notice.Blood is thicker than water, no matter how much he usually doesn't care about it, in the end, he doesn't want anything to happen to him.

And Zheng Qingwei was still in a coma in the other side of the ward.But for some unknown reason, her left hand was tightly clenched into a fist and did not move at all.

The nurses speculated that it was probably because there was a very important item in their hands, so even though they were unconscious, they did not let go.

At that time, no one knew what kind of tsunami this accident would bring.
When Lu Xicheng woke up, the sky was still dim, and his arm had been fixed, but the pain was almost deep-rooted.

He had such good-looking eyebrows and eyes, but now he is infected with hostility, like Yan Luo.

As if he didn't feel anything, he walked out without saying a word.

A little nurse ran over and said worriedly: "Mr. Lu, your body hasn't recovered yet, please go back and rest first."

But he looked at her coldly, and said without warmth: "Go away."

The little nurse didn't know what she did wrong, she was reprimanded for no reason, her eyes were red, and she left aggrieved.

No one knew how confused Lu Xicheng was at this moment.

He wanted to know what happened to his Qingqing, but he didn't seem to dare to know.That kind of dilemma, that kind of pain.

The moment Zheng Qingwei fainted in front of him, it also took away the little tenderness and softness in his heart.At that time, he hugged the unconscious Zheng Qingqing, a corner of his heart collapsed suddenly.

Lu Xicheng pushed open the door of the ward, it was very quiet inside, it was the end of summer, and the scent of flowers flowed in through the cracks in the windows.

He sat quietly in front of Zheng Qingqing, the moonlight was flowing on his face, an unreal beauty.

He lowered his eyes and held the slightly cold hand of the person who was still in a coma, only then did he realize that she had tied her hand so tightly.

In Lu Xicheng's expression, there was a slight disbelief.He didn't dare to use any force, he could only carefully push away her fingers bit by bit.

He did it very gently, even as if treating a sober person, coaxing him gently: "Be gentle and let go."

Naturally, no one answered him. The wind blew the treetops and made rustling noises.

After a long time, Zheng Qingqing's hand was opened.

In the palm of his hand was a small ring.

Lu Xicheng's hands trembled uncontrollably.

It was deathly quiet, only the sound of tears dripping on the ring, very crisp.

It turns out that when one person loves another person, one will really feel the pain of burning one's body.

Lu Xicheng has never made a wish in his life.But at this moment, he hopes so much, that his lightness can be as pure and happy as it was many years ago.But the past cannot be traced back, and Jinxi has long been disrupted.

He is the only one who is obsessed with obsession in this world
Zheng Weiwei had a dream. In the dream, it was her 16-year-old self.There are many people's voices around me, and their words are very diverse, similar but with minor differences, but they all mean the same thing.

They all said: "This is hereditary depression, who of you dares to adopt her? Are you crazy?"

(End of this chapter)