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He always thought it was just a dream.

Many years later, Han Ziye would still repeat this scene from time to time in his midnight sleep, and after waking up, he still couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality.

In the early morning, he fell into his arms with a huge impact, his chest was blurred, and blood gushed out quickly, soaking their clothes and his hands.

Han Ziye couldn't accept this scene. The great fear paralyzed his nerves, making him feel as if he was in a dream. His ears were buzzing and his head was dizzy. Voice.It felt like being submerged in the bottom of the water, surrounded by commotion, and someone screaming behind them.But it seemed that there was a membrane in his ears, which was very indistinct. Holding the familiar and warm body in his arms, his sanity had been withdrawn, his breathing was difficult, and he had no strength at all.

It must be a dream.His perception of the external environment disappeared, and he only saw the eyes of the person in his arms. Those beautiful eyes stared at him for a moment, pouring out infinite love as if they could speak.

This is a dream, he said to himself, laughing in a daze, as the layers of blackness in front of his eyes, he finally fainted in the early morning.

The moment Han Zirong took out the gun, Song Heng was already violent, but the distance was too far after all, and he had only time to kick Han Zirong away at the moment of the gunshot, and passed out to the side, surrounded by commotion and screams. He turned around and found Qingchen's chest. After being shot, blood was pouring out at a fatal speed, and Han Ziye also fell on Qingchen for the first time, unconscious.He shouted to the side: "Call the airport ambulance!"

The man ran to Qingchen and pulled Han Ziye away, and carefully put Qingchen down. He was still awake at this time, desperately looking back at Han Ziye, but his pupils had begun to shrink violently. Foaming blood.

Song Heng tore off the clothes on his chest, looked at the location of the wound, and heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the bullet should have hit the lungs, not the heart.

Zhou Xiaoyu was shaking Ziye's fainted body, crying "Brother Ziye", Song Heng took out the communicator and shouted at her: "Shut up!"

He answered the call from the butler, explained the situation in one sentence, and told him to send a helicopter to the airport immediately to bring the blood.

After a long time, everyone still lamented that if Angkor hadn’t asked for leave that day, if he had driven to the airport early in the morning, if Song Heng had happened to be away that day, then that day would have been destined to be a tragic day that ruined the two of them.

Han Ziye felt dizzy at first, and then gradually became conscious. He opened his eyes, sat up and found himself in the hospital.

How could I be in the hospital?He turned his head, and Han Tieyi was sitting on the chair beside the bed, looking at him, seeing him wake up, he stood up and held his shoulder: "Xiaoye, are you awake?"

Zi Ye was surprised: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

Han Tieyi didn't answer him, but only asked: "You have slept for several hours. Are you feeling better? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Ziye lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, sighed: "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare, why am I here?"

Han Tieyi turned his hands behind his back, his eyes were filled with compassion: "You were attacked at the airport, Xiaochen blocked a shot for you, and now you are upstairs in the operating room."

Han Ziye was stunned. What do you mean? Could it be that what happened just now was not a dream, but something that actually happened?

He was taken to the operating room on the top floor. A group of people gathered in the corridor outside the door of the laminar flow room. Holding the dazed Zixi in his arms, Peter was pacing irritably. Even the big housekeeper was there. He felt cold in his heart, closed his eyes and smiled wryly. It turned out that it was not a dream.Early morning was really shot in the chest in front of him.

He was so painful that he shook his body, the big housekeeper came to support him, everyone was stunned when he came, and there was a moment of silence in the corridor.

He stabilized his mind and asked in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

The big housekeeper replied to him: "Fortunately, he didn't shoot in the heart...it's just..."

Ziye's heart that had dropped a little bit raised again: "Just what?"

"It's just too close, the organs... were seriously damaged, and the blood pressure was gone when the person was transported back, so... it's hard to say what's going on now."

Ziye seemed to be hit in the heart with a stick, and her breathing stopped.

The operation took more than ten hours.The experts invited by Han Tieyi went in batch after batch, and the nurses hurried in and out, as if there would never be an end.

Uncle Zhong couldn't take it anymore, so he sent someone to send it back, but the others refused to leave. The butler sent someone to bring food, but no one could eat it. Han Ziye sat on a chair in the corridor like a wooden sculpture made of clay.Every minute and every second seems to be stepping heavily on his heart. He has never thought about what Han Qingchen means to him, no, he once thought that he was his poisonous wine and poison, or Han Yi's revenge for himself. A knife, but he didn't understand why he was so desperate.It seems that when that person dies, his own life cannot continue, and life is no longer meaningful.

The thought that he might die made my heart ache.

Song Heng hurried in, Shao Jiejie saw him, rushed over and plunged into his arms.He hugged the small trembling body and walked to Han Ziye's side.

"Han Zirong is under my control, should I hand it over to the police or the young master wants to deal with it himself?"

Han Ziye opened his palms and squeezed the painful forehead, "Let's put it there first, and we'll talk about it after the operation is over."

Until the sky turned white, the electric door of the laminar flow room finally opened, and the lights in the operation were extinguished.Han Ziye stood up slowly, feeling that the moment of his life and death had come.

Dr. Liu was pale and tired. The operation time was too long and the difficulty was too great. Although he was not the chief surgeon, there were too many indicators to be monitored. After several rescues, everyone was exhausted.

He looked at the crowd, "Let's all go back, he is still breathing, he has to go directly to the intensive care unit, and he can only visit after the critical period."

Han Ziye felt that the choked heart was relieved, and he was almost unable to support himself. Peter rushed up to hold his shoulder.

Dr. Liu approached him and said softly, "Come with me."

Lying in the sterile room of the intensive care unit early in the morning, Han Ziye stared at the inside through the glass window.

For several days, he couldn't eat or sleep. No matter how tired his body was, he would be awakened by the nightmare as soon as he closed his eyes. He was disappointed that it was not a dream when he woke up countless times, and regretted why he couldn't push it away countless times. he.

No one has ever seen him like this, the chicness and elegance he once had disappeared, his hair hangs in disorder on his forehead, bloodshot eyes are all over his eyes, cyan stubble grows on his chin, and the confusion and pain on his face are so obvious.

He couldn't leave this intensive care unit. Only here, seeing the body full of instruments still heaving slightly, did he feel that he was still alive.He stared intently at the figure trapped in various tubes, and slowly traced on the glass with his fingers, and the peaceful expression when he slept in his arms in the morning kept appearing in his mind.

No one persuaded him to go back, and everyone seemed to know that this was the place he most wanted to stay.

He stood tirelessly behind the glass, unaware that the sun was rising and the moon was setting.

In the middle of the night, the hospital was very quiet. The screens of various monitoring instruments and flickering lights illuminated his face in the morning. Someone handed him a can of coffee. When he turned around, Han Yi stood beside him in a dusty manner, obviously just off the plane. .

Han Ziye took the can of coffee expressionlessly, and the two continued to stare at the people inside silently.

Han Yi's voice was very soft, but it was still very clear in the silent midnight.

"Did he ever tell you he loved you?"

Han Ziye didn't answer, he remembered grabbing his clothes early in the morning, he put his ear close to the light red lips, and heard him say, I love you, don't leave me.The heart hurts again, and the internal organs seem to have shifted.

Han Yi smiled, and put his palm on the glass window, "I told him at that time not to fall in love with you, but he replied that it was too late."

He was silent for a while, and his smile disappeared, "Silly boy, it was my selfishness that hurt him."

Ziye was still staring inside unconsciously, Han Yi said softly:

"I know you hate me. I'm really sorry for He Huan, and I'm even more sorry for you. But there's nothing I can do. I already have Hongtu, and I've always regarded He Huan as my younger sister."

He hesitated for a moment, as if wondering whether he should say,

"He Huan—she betrayed Hongtu, and Hongtu almost died because of it. That's why I never want to see her again."

Han Ziye squeezed the coffee can in his hand, he never knew his mother would do such a thing.

"I'm satisfied that Hong Tu can survive again. I swore in my heart that I don't want anything, as long as I can be with him. I hate my words even more—including the date when I finally registered my marriage with Hongtu, and the medicine your mother got, all came from him, but I don’t want to pay attention to these things anymore. In my heart, I can't even compare to Hongtu's one finger."

He sighed, "But, it's probably because of blood relationship. I saw your depravity, and my heart ached so badly, so I found this child. I hope that someone can always be with you, take care of you, and at least make up for part of it." My fault. Although he fell in love with you later, I still sent him to you with selfishness, I think, at least in this way, he will always follow you and stay with you, so that you will not feel lonely. "

He paused: "But I didn't expect him to be willing to die for you."

Ziye's voice trembled from the pain: "Why didn't you say these words earlier?"

Han Yi took out a file bag: "I've been waiting for you to come to me, and I'm ready to give it to you when you come to me. This is all the information about that child."

He stroked the file bag with his hand, "But I don't think you need it anymore, I heard you are getting engaged?"

He snorted and said, "Your mother must be very happy that you didn't fall in love with a man like me. But I suspect that you may not understand what love is at all."

He put away the file bag, "Dr. Liu has already told me that his brain has been deprived of oxygen for too long, his brain cells have died, and he may never wake up again. I am here this time to take him away."

Ziye looked back at him, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Don't even think about it!"

Han Yi looked back at him: "On his birthday, he told me on the phone that you were very kind to him and would still smile at him. He said that you were no longer cold and always in a bad mood, so he would let him sleep next to you. In his arms, he said he was very happy. I thought you were finally willing to face up to your heart, but in the end you were going to be engaged to another woman half a year later. "

Han Ziye was stunned, "Birthday?"

Han Yi sneered: "Don't you know that his birthday is on Christmas Eve?" He shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, I have no other relatives with Hong Tu, and I have already regarded him as my child, I will take him Go back to the United States and take care of him personally, whether he will wake up or not, I owe him this, and you, maybe you feel guilty towards him, maybe you are grateful to him for saving you, this is not enough to make him a hindrance to your marriage A stumbling block to having a child..."

Han Ziye stretched out his hand and interrupted him: "Bring it!"

Han Yi was stunned, thought for a while, and handed him the information, "You can come to me after you figure out why you keep him here. I'll wait for you in the mansion." After speaking, he took another look at Qingchen, turned around and left up.