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The nurses outside exchanged bewildered glances. "Director Zhu, this..."

Director Zhu shook his head. "It's alright, let them stay for a while. Dr. Lin knows what he's doing."

"Yes."

Lin Zhilan sat by the hospital bed, holding Su Lang's hand.

The chill of that hand seeped from her palm straight into her heart.

Su Lang was in hemorrhagic shock, and the amount of blood transfused during the operation reached more than 3000 milliliters.

It's equivalent to nearly half of his blood being replaced with someone else's.

Given the limited medical resources of that era, it was already a miracle that Su Lang was able to successfully recover from the operating table.

But Lin Zhilan couldn't let him leave.

She had told Su Lang that as long as he came back alive, no matter how badly he was injured, she would save him.

She cannot break her promise.

She touched the birthmark on her collarbone, and with a thought, a pool of clear water appeared in her palm.

Lin Zhilan didn't know whether the spiritual spring would actually work on Su Lang.

But now, she can only try everything.

Let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Lin Zhilan brought her palm to Su Lang's lips and tilted it carefully.

The spring water flowed down between his fingers and touched Su Lang's chapped lips.

But he didn't open his mouth at all.

The water swirled between his lips, trickled down the corner of his mouth, and slid into the stubble on his chin.

Lin Zhilan frowned and tried again.

It's still the same.

Su Lang clenched his teeth tightly, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if he were stubbornly refusing something even in his unconscious state.

Lin Zhilan gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and took a mouthful of spiritual spring water.

Then he leaned down and slowly pressed his lips to Su Lang's lips.

Lin Zhilan closed her eyes and pressed her tongue against his clenched teeth.

Little by little, patiently pry open that crack.

Su Lang seemed to sense something while unconscious and loosened his jaw.

The spring water slowly flowed across.

Su Lang's throat moved slightly.

It was as if he was having a very, very long dream.

In my dream, the sky was filled with yellow sand, scorching hot, and the hot wind swirled the sand and dust against my face.

Su Lang walked aimlessly forward, his limbs heavy and weak, his throat dry as if it were being burned by fire, and his internal organs were also parched.

An intense thirst swept over my entire body, and all I could see was a vast expanse of sand.

He almost collapsed, but a voice inside him told him not to fall and urged him to keep going.

Just as he was on the verge of despair, a refreshing sweetness suddenly covered his dry lips.

The sweet, clear water slowly entered my mouth and slid down my throat.

In a hazy state of consciousness, Su Lang subconsciously craved this sweet sensation. She frowned slightly, unconsciously yielding to the unexpected gentle rain.

He swallowed greedily, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he even slightly raised his chin, as if chasing after something.

Then, suddenly it was gone.

Su Lang frowned again, and his lips moved unconsciously.

Lin Zhilan straightened up and wiped her mouth.

Su Lang had lost too much blood, so she dared not let him drink too much water, not even from the spiritual spring.

Su Lang's eyelids twitched, and then he opened his eyes with difficulty.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, initially without focus, before his consciousness gradually returned to his body.

"Su Lang?"

Lin Zhilan's voice was hoarse.

Su Lang felt completely paralyzed, and could only slowly turn his eyes around.

His head was throbbing with pain, as if his mind had gone completely blank, and he couldn't even remember where he was or what had happened.

"You're awake?"

Su Lang saw a beautiful woman.

The moment she saw him, she immediately showed joy, her face seemingly lighting up instantly.

Su Lang heard his heart skip two beats.

A strange warmth flowed from my heart to my limbs, and inexplicable emotions surged in my chest.

Su Lang actually wanted to hug her.

"Don't worry," Lin Zhilan said, affectionately touching his face. "You just had surgery, and the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. It'll be fine in a while."

Su Lang couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch her.

Lin Zhilan couldn't hold back any longer. She gripped his hand tightly, buried her face in his palm, and cried.

Su Lang could feel the dampness on his hands, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

He remembered.

Su Lang never expected that he would come back alive.

Looking at his wife's expression and considering his own current situation, he probably wasn't so optimistic.

Su Lang gritted his teeth and moved his fingers again.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Lin Zhilan looked up, her face still wet with tears.

Su Lang closed his eyes and slowly, laboriously traced lines on Lin Zhilan's palm with his fingers.

Lin Zhilan carefully felt the trajectory of his fingers.

It took me a long time to recognize the character "周".

week?

Lin Zhilan looked up, met Su Lang's eyes, and asked nervously, "Is he a spy? Should I report this to my superiors?"

Even though he felt like his internal organs were about to explode, Su Lang even wanted to laugh at one point.

Su Lang once thought that no matter what happened, no matter what means he used, he would keep his wife by his side for the rest of his life.

But when he was on the verge of death, Su Lang felt as if he had become a saint.

He wanted his wife to have a good life.

Even though he's gone.

Even if other people are involved in the wife's happiness.

Because of jealousy of Zhou Chen, Su Lang wanted to play the villain and keep Zhou Chen's past a secret for the rest of his life.

At this point, if he doesn't tell her, his wife might never know.

When a person dies, everything is gone.

Su Lang certainly didn't want to die.

But if he were to die, he would still hope that his wife could make her own choice.

When he wrote the character "周", his wife did not immediately think of Zhou Chen.

It must be said that Su Lang's first reaction was happiness.

"Never mind," Lin Zhilan patted his hand. "You should rest first. We can talk about it when you're better."

Su Lang couldn't bear to rest.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan covered his eyes with her hand. "Go to sleep, be a good boy."

Su Lang smelled the fragrance in her palm, and finally, his body couldn't hold on any longer, so he drifted off to sleep.

Lin Zhilan had already discerned the words Su Lang had written on her hand.

"Zhou Chen".

The original owner's husband who died young.

It was unclear what Su Lang wanted to say, but it was probably unrelated to the incident.

Lin Zhilan didn't let him continue.

She disliked the atmosphere of leaving a will, as if she were making her final arrangements.

That evening, Su Lang developed a fever.

The on-duty doctor added more antibiotics to his regimen, and Lin Zhilan continued to use physical methods to lower his fever.

The high fever kept coming and going, and the whole night was chaotic.

Lin Zhilan didn't dare to close her eyes all night.

Lin Zhilan finally relaxed at 4 a.m., after confirming that there was no recurrence of fever.

She leaned against the edge of the bed, her forehead resting on Su Lang's arm, and fell asleep at some point.

The next morning, Su Lang was the first to wake up.