The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 216

In the operating room, Han Zhu was just lying there, his face was pale, there was no blood on his lips, his hair was a bit messy, and some strands of hair were stuck there because of the sweat around his ears.

It can be seen that she has experienced pain.

At this time, a white sheet was covering her body, and her lower body was not wearing any clothes.

Mr. Wang walked to the bed stiffly, bent down little by little, raised his trembling hand, first helped her brush away the slightly messy hair, and then gently stroked Han Zhu's cheek.

In this life, she is still very young, her cheeks are smooth, and she still feels warm at this moment.

Closing his eyes, Mr. Wang remembered every detail of their encounter in this life, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken and heartbroken.

For a while, he squatted there, buried his head on the side of the bed, choked with sobs and said: "Zhu Zhu, if I knew that this would kill you, I would rather have no children or grandchildren for the rest of my life. I don't want a son or a daughter. I only want you. As long as you are with me, I will be content!"

He said so while holding her hand, but she didn't respond at all.

He crouched there with his head bowed, tears streaming down his face.

If he was really destined to lose her, why did he want her to come back from the dead, why did he let himself think that he finally got what he wanted, why did he want to taste the kind of happiness that seems extravagant now.

He waited for 14 years, 14 years, but he was already desperate.

If you haven't tasted the sweetness of ecstasy, if you have no expectation, no hope, there will be no pain.

Now he was full of expectations, floating on the cloud of happiness, and then fell heavily back to the ground, the cold reality is so cruel.

Mr. Wang clutched Han Zhu's hands tightly, weeping uncontrollably.

Just then, someone broke in from outside.

The staff in the infirmary rushed to stop him, but that person had already barged in.

"She really is dead!"

The visitor said carelessly.

Mr. King was immersed in grief at this time, and he never looked back.

The person who came was Song Jiaolan.

At this time, Song Jiaolan was a little impatient, and snorted coldly: "Do you not bother to talk to me at all? Yes, you always only have Han Zhu in your heart, so naturally you can't see me. Whatever I say, you don't care." I won't take it to heart."

Mr. Wang still didn't look back, but in fact he really didn't seem to hear Song Jiaolan's words.

Song Jiaolan became more and more helpless, and she was about to be laughed at by him: "If you don't want to save her, then it's useless for me to come here!"

With that said, Song Jiaolan turned her head and was about to leave.

Who knew that as soon as she said this, Mr. King's piercing eyes shot over like this.

There are still red circles in his eyes, but this can't take away half of his majestic aura.

"What do you mean, Han Zhu can still be saved?"

Song Jiaolan smiled and said, "I don't know if it will work, but I have to try."

Mr. King's originally dead and cold eyes sparked with hope: "Okay, tell me!"

Song Jiaolan still smiled, but with a bit of cunning: "If I saved her, how can you thank me?"

After hearing this, Mr. King raised his eyebrows calmly: "Oh, are you negotiating terms with me?"

Song Jiaolan nodded: "Yes, I ask you to agree to three conditions. If you refuse, then I refuse to save her."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang had a sneer on his lips, and he said firmly and unquestionably: "Song Jiaolan, we are old classmates too, you should know me, I hate others negotiating conditions with me, and no one in this world is qualified to be with me I will negotiate terms."

Song Jiaolan was stunned when she heard this.

Mr. King's eyebrows and eyes are full of sharp and strong evil spirits, which is completely different from his usual self: "Now, you must tell a way to save Han Zhu. If she can't live, I will ask you to be buried with her."

After hearing this, Song Jiaolan took a step back, and she began to feel the strong and fierce aura on this man.

He wasn't joking, he really exuded a cold murderous aura from his bones.

Mr. King raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "Why, now, are you going to save him or not?"

Song Jiaolan faltered: "Okay, I'll save her."

At this time, the doctor on the side couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene, thinking that this person is dead and has stopped breathing, how can he be saved!

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang said coldly: "Everyone get out immediately!"

Now, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurried out, even closing the door carefully before going out.

Mr. Wang stared at Song Jiaolan coldly: "Now, tell me."

He looked at Han Zhu, his eyes changed from cold to tender and pained.

He said coldly: "Don't try to deceive me, you can't save her, and no one can leave alive."

The surrounding air conditioner was obviously very comfortable, but Song Jiaolan fought a cold war out of thin air.

This Mr. King, he is crazy...

(End of this chapter)