Chapter 962: The song flowing from the bottom of my heart
Chapter 962 The song flowing from the bottom of my heart
Pei Ziheng fully cooperated with the doctor’s treatment.
These days, his condition became more and more stable. Finally, the doctor with a smile on his face told him that he had great hope of recovery and released him from the hospital. Pei Ziheng thanked God for blessing him with this luck. If he could continue to live, could he continue to protect Xiao Ling? He could even regain his past ambitions and take her back from the arms of his love rival. Ambition was rekindled, but at this moment, Li Lei was dying.
God help him indeed.
He didn’t want Xia Ling to wallow in sadness, so he told her: “Everyone is mortal, so you should be open-minded.”
Xia Ling was filled with grief and anger. She had never hated Pei Ziheng so much. Li Lei was obviously not dead yet, but he was talking nonsense! "You are mortal!" She shouted at him, but her voice was hoarse and weak, "Pei Ziheng, if you want to die, die by yourself! Don't drag Li Lei to be buried with him! He will be fine! He will definitely be fine!"
Pei Ziheng's expression suddenly stiffened.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Xia Ling already felt something was wrong. He was now terminally ill. Wasn't she cursing him? But...he was so annoying, how could he curse Li Lei to die? ! Xia Ling looked at Pei Ziheng sadly, her words of apology were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say it out.
Pei Ziheng held her hand and loosened it little by little.
Earlier today, when he learned that he could still live, his heart was filled with joy as if it was about to explode. The first thing that came to his mind was to share the news with her. He hurriedly arrived at the concert, but what he got in exchange was an angry curse from her. He closed his eyes slightly, and something cracked deep in his heart.
Xia Ling held on to the recliner and tried to stand up. However, her already exhausted body became even weaker after experiencing the impact of the news that Li Lei was critically ill. She stood up a little and fell back down again.
Mrs. Xia felt very distressed when she saw this: "Xiao Ling, you can't do this! You have to have a good rest!"
She lowered her head and looked at her weak hands, tears streaming down her face: "I'm really useless. In the end, I can't help him at all..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, and she felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and she almost fell down again.
Xia Moyan also frowned: "I'll take you to bed." There was a small lounge behind the concert, with a soft and comfortable bed and simple first aid facilities, specially prepared for her.
Xia Ling raised her head with difficulty and looked at her brother pleadingly: "Hold me to his side. If he is really going to die, I...I want to die with him."
“Xiao Ling!”
"Please, brother..." Her face was filled with tears, "Let me go and see him, please..."
Hearing his sister's weak plea, Xia Moyan's heart ached like a knife. He wanted to refuse, but he knew very well that his sister would never give up until she achieved her goal. If Li Lei really had a problem, she might really be tempted to follow him! No matter how well others protect themselves, can they still protect themselves from a person who wants to die?
It's better to take her to see it now. Maybe after fulfilling your wish, things will turn around.
Xia Moyan bent down and picked her up. She was already skinny and skinny, her body was very light, and she seemed to have no weight at all under her plain white shirt. This gave Xia Moyan the illusion that what he was holding was not a girl, but a soft gauze shirt that was as light as smoke and lifeless.
He held back the pity in his heart, carried her into the car, and went to the hospital.
With the help of the nurse, she put on protective clothing and was sent to Li Lei's bedside. Li Lei was still lying with her eyes tightly closed, her face looked even more haggard than the last time she came to visit, her cheeks were deeply sunken, her skin was sallow, and she was as skinny as she was. ...No, thinner than her.
Xia Ling couldn't stop her tears. During this time, she became so prone to crying.
Hand out his hand, he grabbed his hand filled with catheters with little effort, and said softly: "Li Lei, I'm here."
The man in the coma was unconscious and had no response, not even the ups and downs of his face and chest. If it weren't for the regular ripples on the electrocardiogram, he would have looked no different from death.
She was held in her arms by her brother, and she leaned down and tried to get close to him.
Xia Moyan comforted him softly: "Okay, Xiao Ling, it's time to go, don't let him get infected with germs."
This is a sterile ward. Although they wear simple protective clothing, the longer people from the outside stay, the greater the risk. But Xia Ling shook her head: "I won't leave. You all said that he is going to die... I, I will stay here with him. I will be with him in life and death."
Xia Moyan's eyes turned red as he spoke.
Outside the ward, Mr. Li, Mrs. Xia, Pei Ziheng and others looked inside through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Although they could not hear what she said clearly, the sad look on her face made everyone outside feel heavy.
"Put me here, brother." Although Xia Ling's voice was weak, it was firm, like a real phoenix, noble and inviolable, and her will could not be violated.
But the Imperial Master, who had all the power in the world, could only sigh secretly and carefully placed her on the edge of Li Lei's hospital bed. The hospital bed was not very spacious, but fortunately they were both so thin that they were only a handful of bones, and they were huddled together, so there was still a little extra space. Xia Moyan carefully arranged the various tubes beside the bed so that she wouldn't touch them, and straightened her messy hair.
She stretched out her hand and gently put her arm around Li Lei's waist, bringing herself closer.
Just like countless times over the years, she put her face close to his chest, feeling his almost imperceptible body temperature and listening to his heartbeat that was almost too weak to be heard. Her voice was very soft: "Li Lei, I'm here. Why are you so stupid, risking your life to save me? Are you too selfish, you want to die before me? Do you want to leave me alone to be sad? I won't As you wish... Li Lei, if you die, I will die with you, do you hear me? I will not let you be alone on the road to hell..."
Her tears flowed out against his body.
The ward was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the running medical machinery and her soft voice.
She hugged him for a while and continued to say softly: "Liar. You lied to me to hold a blessing concert for you, but why don't you feel better? Did you hear my singing? Can I sing to you?"
She sang quietly, intermittently.
It was the unknown Sanskrit song. Her brother told her that it did not require music score or prior practice. It was a sound that flowed from the bottom of her heart. Her voice was hoarse and her strength was weak. Her singing was getting lower and lower, becoming more and more laborious. Her breath was floating in the quiet ward like a thread, and it would be extinguished anytime and anywhere like a candle in the wind.
(End of this chapter)