The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

Along the way, Xiao Yichen's heart was in a mess, and countless terrible thoughts flashed through his mind. He could never imagine that Song Xiaoxue, who was fine the last time he talked to her, would suddenly become ill.

When he rushed to Songjiang Hospital, the atmosphere was tense and depressing. He rushed to Song Xiaoxue's ward, but he saw Song Xiaoxue lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper, with various tubes inserted into her body.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, what is going on?" Xiao Yichen rushed to the bedside, his voice trembling.

The nurse next to her said with red eyes and choked up, "Director Xiao, Director Song... A few days ago, a woman gave birth prematurely and was in critical condition. She was also infected with a highly viral new coronavirus. Director Song, regardless of her personal safety, personally delivered the baby. Although we took various protective measures, Director Song was unfortunately infected. At first, she kept it a secret from us and insisted on working until her condition deteriorated sharply... She also... She didn't let us contact you, saying that you were developing a new coronavirus vaccine and were saving the lives of the people across the country! Woo woo -"

Xiao Yichen couldn't help but burst into tears as he listened to the nurse's narration. He looked at Song Xiaoxue lying unconscious on the bed, and his heart ached.

The doctor came over and said to Xiao Yichen in a heavy voice, "Mr. Xiao, we have tried our best. Director Song's condition has progressed too quickly. The virus has seriously damaged her organs. She is now... terminally ill."

Xiao Yichen held Song Xiaoxue's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass on his strength to her. "Xiaoxue, you must hold on. You can't leave me like this."

At this time, Song Xiaoxue seemed to hear Xiao Yichen's call and slightly opened her eyes. Her eyes were already very cloudy, but the moment she saw Xiao Yichen, a glimmer of light flashed across them.

"Yi Chen..." Song Xiaoxue's voice was extremely weak.

"Xiaoxue, I'm here, I'm here." Xiao Yichen hurried closer.

"I'm sorry, I may... have to leave first." Every word Song Xiaoxue spoke seemed extremely difficult.

"No, Xiaoxue, you will be fine. The vaccine has been developed and you will get better." Xiao Yichen burst into tears.

Song Xiaoxue shook her head gently. "I know... my body. I know it well. I am... very satisfied to be able to see you... at the end."

"Xiaoxue, don't give up, you must hold on." Xiao Yichen was already crying like a baby.

Song Xiaoxue tried hard to force a smile, "Yi Chen, take care of... yourself. The biggest regret in my life... is that I couldn't... let you go. On the day of our wedding, when you said those words, I should have let you go... If there is an afterlife..." Before she could finish her words, Song Xiaoxue's hand suddenly dropped, and the curve on the instrument turned into a straight line.

"Xiaoxue!" Xiao Yichen cried out heartbreakingly, hugging Song Xiaoxue tightly, tears streaming freely. The entire ward was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and despair.

Other medical staff couldn't help but shed tears. They were saddened by the loss of such an excellent and brave colleague.

Xiao Yichen couldn't accept this fact for a long time. He hugged Song Xiaoxue's cold body, as if time had stopped. He recalled every detail since he met Song Xiaoxue, the days when he was cold to her, the moments when she was happy and unhappy, and the dreams and promises she had made, which have now become a bubble.

After a long time, Xiao Yichen slowly loosened his hand. He gently tidied Song Xiaoxue's hair and kissed her forehead...

Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of family reunion, joy and peace. However, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is full of heaviness and grief for Xiao Zhengchun, Qin Lan, Leng Ruofei, Song Xiaoxue's parents, and the hospital leaders. They waited at the airport early to welcome Xiao Yichen and Song Xiaoxue home. However, this time, Song Xiaoxue returned in a heartbreaking way - her life was forever frozen in the anti-epidemic battlefield, and Xiao Yichen returned with her heroic soul holding her urn.

The airport hall was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Everyone's face was filled with worry and sadness, but they tried hard to stay strong. Xiao Zhengchun frowned, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have aged a lot in these days. Qin Lan stood beside him, holding his arm tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. Leng Ruofei stood quietly by, her eyes were full of deep sadness, and she held a bouquet of white flowers tightly in her hands, which was prepared for Song Xiaoxue.

Song Xiaoxue's parents leaned against each other. Her mother had already burst into tears. Her father, suppressing his grief, gently patted her back with trembling hands, trying to comfort her. Their eyes were filled with despair and pain, the endless pain of losing their beloved daughter.

The hospital leaders also looked solemn. They were well aware of the great sacrifices and contributions made by Song Xiaoxue and Xiao Yichen in the front line of the fight against the epidemic, and their hearts were filled with admiration and regret.

As the roar of the plane got closer and closer, everyone's heart was in their throat. Finally, the plane landed smoothly and the cabin door slowly opened. Xiao Yichen's figure appeared in everyone's sight. He held Song Xiaoxue's urn tightly in his hands, with a look of grief. His steps were heavy and slow, as if he had used up all his strength in every step.

The moment Xiao Zhengchun and Qin Lan saw their son, they could no longer hold back their inner grief. Qin Lan rushed forward and hugged Xiao Yichen, tears pouring out like a flood: "Son, my son..." Xiao Yichen stood there woodenly, letting his mother's tears wet his clothes. His eyes were empty, as if his soul had disappeared with the departure of Song Xiaoxue.

Xiao Zhengchun walked forward, patted Xiao Yichen on the shoulder gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Child, it's time to go home, Xiaoxue is home too." Xiao Yichen raised his head slightly, glanced at his father, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, Xiao Yichen was full of regret. He remembered that as a husband, he had treated Song Xiaoxue badly, had a cold war with her, and always avoided her. Those past events now pierced his heart like sharp blades.

Leng Ruofei stepped forward, handed the flowers in his hand to Xiao Yichen, and said softly: "Brother, sister-in-law is a hero, she will live in our hearts forever."

The hospital leaders came forward to express their deepest condolences and respect to Xiao Yichen. The dean held Xiao Yichen's hand and said, "Comrade Xiao Yichen, you and Comrade Song Xiaoxue are the pride of our hospital and role models for all medical staff. We will always remember your dedication and sacrifice."

Xiao Yichen listened silently, nodded slightly, and tears blurred his eyes again.

At this time, Song Xiaoxue's parents slowly walked up to Xiao Yichen. Song's father stretched out his trembling hands and gently stroked the urn, tears streaming down his cheeks: "Child, Xiaoxue..." Song's mother cried even more heartbreakingly, she threw herself on the urn, crying: "My daughter, why did you leave like this..."

Xiao Yichen looked at Song Xiaoxue's parents who were heartbroken, his heart filled with guilt and pain. He knelt down with a plop: "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Xiaoxue..."

Everyone gathered around to comfort Song Xiaoxue's parents and Xiao Yichen.

"Xiaoxue sacrificed herself to save more lives. She is a great hero."

"Uncle and aunt, you must take care of yourselves. Xiaoxue in heaven wouldn't want to see you so sad."

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With everyone's comfort, Song Xiaoxue's parents gradually stopped crying. Every sob seemed to take away a part of their soul, but the warm and sincere words of comfort, like the candlelight in the darkness, gave them some comfort. They knew that their daughter had sacrificed her life for a noble mission, and her departure was glorious. It was a complex emotion of pain and pride, intertwined and collided in their hearts.

Xiao Yichen also tried hard to cheer himself up, he knew that he couldn't just stay in grief. Song Xiaoxue's voice and smile kept appearing in his mind, the time they spent together was like a bloody movie, but now it became a sharp knife that pierced his heart.

The group walked out of the airport slowly. It was sunny outside, and the bright light poured down on the earth generously. But everyone's heart was shrouded in a layer of haze, and the light seemed unable to penetrate their inner sorrow.

After returning home, Xiao Zhengchun and Qin Lan prepared a sumptuous meal for everyone. The food on the table was a reflection of their desire to comfort everyone. Although no one had much appetite, they reluctantly sat down in order not to make each other more sad.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely heavy. Every carefully prepared dish seemed so dull at the moment, and no one wanted to taste the flavor. Xiao Zhengchun raised his glass, his hands trembling slightly, and said in a heavy voice: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, which should be a day for family reunion, but Xiaoxue..." His voice choked, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a huge rock. He continued to speak with difficulty, "However, we should be proud of her. She is a hero who fights for all of us. Let us toast her together." After speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, but it could not resist the pain in his heart.

Everyone raised their glasses, and the transparent glasses reflected a sad light under the light. Everyone's eyes were full of respect and nostalgia, silently paying tribute to Song Xiaoxue. The wine burned in their throats, but it couldn't burn away the endless longing.

Song Xiaoxue's mother held the wine glass tightly with both hands, and tears rolled down uncontrollably again, dripping into the glass and blending with the wine. "My daughter, she is so kind and so brave..." She murmured to herself, her voice breaking in the air.