A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

Zhai Ziheng fully cooperates with doctors.

These days, his condition became more and more stable. Finally, the doctor told him with a smile that the hope of recovery was great and he was discharged from the hospital. Zhai Ziheng thanked God for giving him this lucky. If he can continue to live, can he continue to guard the little sister? Even, he can restore the ambitions of the past and take her back from the arms of the enemy. The ambition and ambition rekindled, and at this time, Li Lei’s life was dying.

It is God who helped him.

He does not want Xia Wei to sink into sorrow and tell her: "There is a death in the end, you look at the opening."

Xia Wei was full of grief and indignation. She never hated the scorpion balance so much, and she clearly did not die. He said something frustrating! "You will die!" She yelled at him, but her voice was hoarse and weak. "Zi Ziheng, you are going to die by yourself! Don't drag Li Lei to bury! He will be fine! He will be fine!"

The look of Zhai Ziheng is instantaneous and stiff.

As soon as the words were exported, Xia Wei felt that it was not right. He is now terminally ill. Isn’t he cursing him? But... he is so irritating, how can you curse Li Lei to die? ! Xia Xi looked sadly at Zhai Ziheng. Sorry for the words, but he couldn’t say anything.

Zhai Ziheng held her hand and released it a little.

Earlier today, I learned that I might still be alive. His full joy is like blasting. The first thing that comes to mind is to share this news with her. He hurried to the concert scene, but it was her curse of anger. He closed his eyes slightly, deep in his heart, and something broke.

Xia Wei supported the recliner and wanted to stand up. However, the body that was so tired was weakened after experiencing the shock of the news of the thunder, and only stood up and fell back.

Mrs. Xia looked very distressed: "Small, you can't do this! You have to rest!"

She looked down and looked at her weak hand, and the tears flowed out: "I really didn't use it. I couldn't help him in the end..." Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, and she was almost dizzy and almost fell again.

Xia Mo Yan also frowned: "I hold you to bed to sleep." There is a small lounge in the backstage of the concert, which has soft and comfortable beds and simple first aid facilities, which are specially prepared for her.

Xia Wei looked up hard and prayed to see his brother: "Hold me to his side. If he really wants to die, I... I want to die with him."

"Little!"

"Please, my brother..." She was full of tears. "Let me see him, please..."

Hearing the weak voice of his sister, Xia Mo’s heart was so painful. He really wants to refuse, but he understands the temper that his sister does not swear by his eyes. In case, Li Lei really has three long and two short, maybe she really can't think of following him! Even if others protect themselves, can they prevent a person who is desperate for death?

It’s better to take her to see it now, maybe after a long-awaited wish, there is still a turn for the better.

Xia Moyan bent over and picked her up. She was skinny and skinny, and her body was so light that she didn't have the slightest weight under her plain white shirt. This makes Xia Moyan have an illusion, as if he is not holding a girl, but a group of soft gauze shirts that are light and smokeless.

He held back his pity, took her on the bus and went to the hospital.

With the help of the nurse, she put on protective clothing and was sent to Li Lei's bed.

Li Lei is still closed with her eyes closed. The color is more embarrassing than the last time she came to visit. The cheeks are deeply sunken, and the skin is sallow, so thin as she is only skinny. No, it is thinner than her.

Xia Wei’s tears couldn’t stop. During this time, she became so crying.

Reaching out, grabbing his hand full of catheters with a little effort, whispered, "Li Lei, I am coming."

The man in the coma is ignorant, has no response, and has no ups and downs in his face. If it is not a regular ripple on the ECG, he looks so dead and dead.

She was held in her arms by her brother and leaned down to try to approach him.

Xia Moyan softly appease: "Okay, Xiao Yan, it's time to go, don't let him get infected."

Here is a sterile ward, although they wear simple protective clothing, but the longer the outside person stays, the greater the danger. But Xia Wei shook his head: "I don't go. You all said that he is going to die... I, I will stay here to accompany him, and I will be with him, and die."

In a word, Xia Moyan’s eyes are red.

Outside the ward, Li Laozi, Xia Lai, Yan Ziheng and others looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Although she couldn't hear what she said, the sorrowful look on her face made the people outside feel heavy.

"Put me here, brother." Xia Wei’s voice is weak, but it is very firm, like a real phoenix, noble and inviolable, and her will is not to be violated.

And the national teacher who was in the world to scream for the rain, can only sigh and carefully put her on the edge of Li Lei's bed. The beds are not spacious. Fortunately, both of them are now thin and only have one bone left, and they are huddled together, and there is still a little extra space. Xia Moyan carefully arranged all kinds of catheters around the bed, not letting her touch, and she took care of some messy hair.

She reached out and gently looped over Li Lei's waist to make herself closer.

Like the countless ears that have been going on for years, she put her face close to his chest, feeling the temperature he barely felt, listening to the heartbeat he almost couldn't hear. Her voice is very light: "Li Lei, I am coming. Why are you so stupid, do not want to save me? You are too selfish, just want to die in front of me? Want to leave me alone, sad? I will not If you wish... Li Lei, if you die, I will die with you. Have you heard it? I will not let you be alone on Huangquan Road..."

Her tears flowed out of his body.

The ward was very quiet, only the sound of medical machinery and her thin voice.

She hugged him for a while and continued to whisper: "The liar. Lie me to give you a praying concert, how can you not be good? Have you heard my song? I sing to you, okay?"

She sang low and on and off.

It was the unknown Van Gogh, and my brother told her that she didn't need the scores and didn't need to practice in advance, the sound that flowed from her heart. Her voice is hoarse and her strength is not good. The song is getting lower and lower, and it is getting more and more laborious. If the air is floating in the quiet ward, it will be extinguished whenever and wherever.