Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Three years, three years, those pictures that she tried to forget, hidden in her memory, suddenly surged up again, and instantly drowned her whole person!

The pain, resentment, and despair hidden in her body also appeared along with emotions, occupying her brain and impacting her heart!

Beside, Zhen Xiaoya was still crying tragically: "Gu Qingqing, please let my son go, let Zhining go! I beg you, let him go!”

Before she finished her words, Lengscheng grabbed her hand fiercely and yanked her away!

Nie Zhining cares about her if she is dead or alive! She was his wife three years ago and has nothing to do with Nie Zhining!

"If you don't realize it anymore, I will call the police directly!" Leng Sicheng finished speaking and pushed her back hard, this time finally pushing her to the ground. Then he hugged Gu Qingqing's wrist tightly, his eyes were cold: "Let's go!"

He tugged. Gu Qingqing didn't follow the trend, but he tugged again. Gu Qingqing staggered and walked out with him. Before two steps, the lights in the operating room finally went out. Zhen Xiaoya, who was sitting on the ground just now, broke down and cried. Seeing the lights in the operating room went out, she got up with a grunt, no more thoughts about arguing with Gu Qingqing, full of heart. Her eyes are full of her sons.

Here, Lengsi City originally wanted to pull Gu Qingqing away, and he couldn't help but pause when he saw the lights in the operating room went out.

Although he hated Zhen Xiaoya's attitude just now, but he also cared about Nie Zhining's life and death—after all, he was also a friend of his childhood to grow up. If something went wrong, it was really worrying.

Soon, the door of the operating room slowly opened, and a doctor wearing a white coat and a white mask came out first. Zhen Xiaoya and Nie Shize both walked up and surrounded the doctor, wanting to ask but not daring to ask. What if it is irretrievable to ask, don't ask, because the son's condition is so worrying, they dare not to ask.

Tangled with fear and worry, the doctor said, "Who is the patient's family?"

Zhen Xiaoya didn't even have the strength to cry, but Nie Shize stepped forward: "Doctor, how is my son?"

"Temporarily rescued, but not out of the dangerous period. Whether it will be better in the future, it depends on his future fortune." His voice fell, and a hospital bed was pushed out. Nie Zhining's entire head was wrapped in gauze, almost Can't see his face. But the music can smell pungent and bloody—a situation that looks quite tragic.

Zhen Xiaoya cried and saw that her son's bed was pushed all the way to the intensive care unit. The intensive care unit here was not the same as the ordinary one. It was observed 24 hours a day and isolated from the outside world. You could only see the situation inside through the TV screen.

The nurse changed his dressing and folded him up. Nie Zhining inside did not move at all, except that he could see blood on the tightly wrapped bandage.

"Son, Zhining! Zhining, wake up! Zhining!" At this time, Zhen Xiaoya and Nie Shize no longer have the energy to manage Gu Qingqing's affairs. The couple have been staring at the screen closely, wishing to stare out a hole in the screen. Here, Li Hongrui and the others also comforted the Lord.

Although the atmosphere is still tense, at any rate, Nie Zhining did not die on the operating table directly because of this, and there is hope of cure.

Leng Sicheng also took Gu Qingqing to the cafe downstairs, and after a short wait, Xu Zipei followed in.