In front of the emergency room door, Wenqing, Yujun and Xiaoyan stood quietly, with solemn expressions and unconcealable anxiety and worry between their brows. Wen Qing's eyes wandered between Yujun and Xiaoyan, as if he had returned to the thrilling scene before.
If Yujun and Xiaoyan hadn't come to her home to question her, how would Shijun have learned that Fang Yuyan was seriously ill? How could he break up with her because of that sudden blow? Thinking of this, Wen Qing's heart was filled with anger and resentment. She clenched her teeth suddenly, as if she wanted to bite out all the unwillingness and anger.
Then, she walked to Xiao Yan with firm steps. Her eyes were cold, as if she wanted to see through Xiao Yan. She raised her arms and without hesitation, gave Xiao Yan a hard slap in the face. The crisp slap echoed in the empty corridor, which was particularly harsh. Xiao Yan was beaten so hard that he froze on the spot.
Xiaoyan's face was instantly congested and swollen, and tears flickered in her clear eyes, as if they were about to burst out at any time. Seeing this, Yu Jun quickly protected Xiao Yan behind him. He stared at Wen Qing firmly, and his voice was low and powerful: "Wen Qing, you have gone too far. Have you ever reflected on what you have done? You are carrying Brother Jun secretly went to see Yuyan, causing Yuyan's condition to worsen. Instead of feeling guilty for your actions, you used words to stimulate Brother Jun. It was you who pushed him to collapse step by step. Now, not only do you not reflect on yourself. "You made a mistake and attacked Xiaoyan, what else do you want?"
Yujun's words were like a heavy hammer, making Wenqing feel that the strength of support disappeared instantly, and she couldn't help but take two steps back. Finally, he fell weakly on the bench.
Time passed slowly like fine sand. Finally, the door of the emergency room was opened, and the exhausted doctor walked out of the hospital room. His white medical gown was dotted with blood stains, like a vivid and shocking new-school painting. Yujun's heart was in his throat, and he asked nervously: "Doctor, how is your current condition?"
"It's hard to tell now, but the situation is not bad. If the condition does not worsen within forty-eight hours, , it’ll probably be fine.”
“Doctor, thank you!” Yujun saw Shijun slowly being pushed out of the emergency room, his head covered with white sheets. The gauze was wrapped tightly, as if he had gone through a cruel battle, and his whole body was covered with scars.
Shijun’s face was as pale as paper. The bottle of plasma was still hanging steadily on the side, and the needle was inserted deeply into the vein of his wrist. Everyone present was pulled by an invisible force, following the footsteps of the hospital bed, and slowly entered the ward.
Shijun lay quietly on the hospital bed. Forty-eight hours had passed since he was pushed out of the emergency room, but his eyes were still closed and he had not woken up.
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The ward was extremely quiet, with only the gentle hum of the ventilator accompanied by Shijun's weak breathing. However, time seems to become extremely slow, and every minute is like suffering.
Wenqing, Yujun and Xiaoyan stood quietly in front of the hospital bed. Just as an indescribable sense of loss surged in their hearts, Shijun's fingers unexpectedly and gently trembled. . This subtle movement, like a meteor streaking across the silent night sky, instantly broke the original silence and attracted their attention. They excitedly gathered in front of the hospital bed, with hope shining in their eyes. They stared at Shijun's calm and slightly tired face, expecting him to bring them more surprises.
Shijun's eyes began to tremble slowly, and finally opened gradually. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if everything around him felt strange and strange. Especially the faces of these people in front of him seemed extremely distant and unfamiliar to him, as if they were separated by an insurmountable gap.
He tried his best and used the last bit of strength in his body to make a weak and low question. The sound was like a tired mosquito buzzing in the night sky: "Where is this?" Although his voice was as thin as a gossamer, it seemed to stir up subtle ripples in the silent air.
Then, a distant and familiar voice came into his ears: "Brother Jun, this is the hospital, you are injured." Although the voice was distant, it seemed as if it had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. Finally reached his ears.
"Hospital..." Shijun's eyes were deep and focused, staring at the man in front of him, with a trace of imperceptible doubt in his tone, "Who are you?"
"Brother Jun, I am Yujun, do you really not recognize me?" There was a hint of anxiety in Yujun's voice. He didn't understand why Shijun asked like this.
Shijun shook his head slightly. This movement was like a delicate musical note, echoing in the quiet air. His reaction was like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, causing ripples in circles, making everyone present feel slightly shaken.
Although Shijun regained consciousness, his memory seemed to have been completely erased by some magical power, like a pure white paper without any flaws. The faces in front of him seemed strange and distant in his eyes. Those past years that were closely connected to him were like smoke blown away by the wind, dissipated without a trace and could no longer be found. His heart was filled with endless confusion and confusion, as if he was in a completely unfamiliar world and didn't know how to face it and adapt.