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Xia Qingxuan knelt behind Mu Shuiliu, her eyes were complicated, and the familiar smile on her face showed no emotion, she hugged Mu Shuiliu from behind, "Yes, I am here, in the past, now, and always will be Now, I will guard the day when you belong to me again."

Han Qiaoan's eyes were slightly red. The two people have had a hard time walking along the way. Now that I think about it, how lucky he and Wen Xingfeng are.

Looking at Mu Shuiliu now, Wen Xingfeng felt complicated. Originally, he agreed to Yin Shuchen and Han Qiaoan because he wanted to give Mu Shuiliu a hand. But now, Mu Shuiliu doesn't seem to need their help anymore. Yes, this kind of enlightenment must be heartbreaking, and it must be dead.

The people who gave up their hearts used their own methods to comfort the group of worried people, and the bitterness spread.

No one spoke in the room for a long time, and the three of them were tasting bitterness and getting used to it. Xia Qingyi slowly walked in front of Han Qiaoan and Wen Xingfeng. reddish.

The memory of that day reappeared in Mu Shuiliu's mind countless times from the moment Mu Shuiliu knew about it, a chaotic scene.

On that day, Xia Qingzheng was pushed into the operating room, the anesthesiologist put on anesthesia, Xia Qingzheng's consciousness gradually fell asleep, and An Daijun also started his experiment.

At the beginning, everything seemed to be going well, but an inaccurate numerical value brought countless problems, coupled with the conflict between the flu virus and special drugs, they could only watch the data on the monitor continue to drop, doing in vain rescue.

An Daijun stood in front of everyone wearing a surgical gown that was stained with Xia Qing's blood, and said with all his strength, "My condolences."

Mu Shuiliu grabbed An Daijun's collar, and his bloodshot eyes that had not rested well were now even more ferocious, "You lied to me! Qing, how is it possible!"

Mu Shuiliu threw away An Daijun and wanted to rush into the operating room, but the cart that was pushed out blocked Mu Shuiliu's pace, and the blood-stained white cloth covered her body, An Daijun took a heavy look, "Really, Xia Qingping, she's dead."

Mu Shuiliu froze in place for a long time, he wanted to uncover the white cloth, as long as the person inside was not Xia Qingyu, he would be able to deceive himself and others, but his body still approached step by step uncontrollably, his trembling hands lifted the cover over his face very slowly. The white cloth on it is familiar to him, Xia Qinghui.

The boy does not cry easily, but it is not when he is sad.

Mu Shuiliu's tears fell uncontrollably, and suddenly covered Xia Qingzheng's face again, stepped back a few steps, and fell to the ground inadvertently, looking at Xia Qingzheng covered by the white cloth, her pupils trembled, "No It's possible, it's all hallucinations, all hallucinations, Qing Yu, how could he die, he promised me."

In the next second, Mu Shuiliu only felt a sharp pain in his heart, his head swelled badly, and then he fell into a coma.

The scene was chaotic, Xia Qingzheng was wearing a surgical gown, looking at this scene with a pale face, it turned out that he was already dead.

Looking at Mu Shuiliu surrounded by everyone, Xia Qingyu's eyes were blank, "Mu Mu."

Reluctant to leave because of her persistence, Xia Qingzhen just guarded Mu Shuiliu like this, looking greedily at Mu Shuiliu's comatose face, my Mu Mu, I am here.

The dead are like this, but the living still have to continue to live. The reasons for the failure of the operation were immediately investigated. One is the slight error in the data, and the other is the cold that Xia Qingzhen deliberately concealed. The two are the main reasons for the failure of the operation. reason.

After waiting for despair, the atmosphere was oppressive. For the first time, Han Qiaoan showed killing intent, and punched Mr. An Dai fiercely. If Wen Xingfeng hadn't stopped him, Mr. An Dai would have been seriously injured.

Han Qiaoan looked at Wen Xingfeng who was holding his wrist, hurting the innocent, and landed on Wen Xingfeng's left face with a backhand punch, which hurt, but the hand holding Han Qiaoan's other hand still did not let go, "Enough gone."

Han Qiaoan also slowed down and realized what he had done. He lowered his head forbearance and said nothing, and let Wen Xingfeng pull him away. He needed to calm down, "I'm sorry."

Wen Xingfeng didn't say anything, but tightened his hands.

Mu Shuiliu was pushed into the ward, and the doctor said there was nothing serious, it was just because of too much stimulation, but Mu Shuiliu hadn't woken up since that day.

On the third day, An Daijun appeared in the ward. Facing the cold faces of everyone, An Daijun couldn't bear it, "This matter is my fault, whether it is a mistake or even the condition of his own patient I haven't figured it out yet, but now, Xia Qinghui can't come back, this time, I just want to talk to you about Mu Shuiliu."

Wen Xingfeng half-hugged Han Qiaoan, whose body was stiff, and looked at An Daijun's eyes as if he was about to eat him, "Listen to what he has to say."

An Daijun shared the results of discussions with other doctors in the past few days, regarding the reason for Mu Shuiliu's drowsiness, "Mu Shuiliu's vital signs are fine, it's because his subconscious is unwilling to wake up, it's really a common way to escape reality. In addition to waiting, the current solution is to find some things or people that Mu Shuiliu cares about to stimulate him to wake up."

These words seemed a little pale, they all understood the reason why Mu Shuiliu was sleepy, but Mu Shuiliu cared about nothing more than Xia Qingyu.

An Daijun hesitated for a while, but still said, "You can go to Liu Mi, he may have something about Xia Qingzhen that can help you."

An Daijun knew it. He had accidentally seen Liu Mi's idiot with a recording pen. Only Xia Qingxuan could make Liu Mi like this. Maybe the content in the recording pen could help Mu Shuiliu, but , a psychologist friend also gave him a popular science, "If Mu Shuiliu wakes up, don't stimulate him. In this case, it will only make him commit suicide. Moreover, the stimulation is so strong this time, and memory confusion is also possible. Give him time."

After saying this, An Daijun left everyone's sight. After all, he was a "murderer", and he couldn't bear the eyes of these people.

The old man of the Mu family is complicated. He didn't feel relieved when Xia Qingyu died. On the contrary, he felt like a huge rock was pressed down in his heart. Every time he saw Mu Shuiliu who was asleep and unconscious, he couldn't breathe. angry.

On the day Xia Qingzheng left, Liu Mi made a move, and her cheeks were aching, "Now you are happy, you should be very happy when Qingzheng is dead, you people, I, Liu Mi, remember, there used to be Qingzheng Will stop, it's different now, and I'm not the same as you ungrateful people."

Yes, it’s different, Xia Qingyu saved Mu Shuiliu, but you pushed Xia Qingyu step by step to despair and death, but I’m different, Qingyu is my salvation, for him, I will send you down I personally made atonement to him, and when that day came, it was also the time for me to see Qing Yu.