Chapter 197 She is still alive, a vegetable?!

"Quick! Send him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

Don't rescue her, she's going to find Nanchuan Shijue.

"There's still a breath left—"

Still breathing? She's not dead yet?

Moss burst into tears, "Miss Ning, you must not be in any danger. If you die, how can I go to the underworld to explain to the young master..."

You don't have to tell Moss, I will talk to Nanchuan Spyker about it.

Ning Fengsheng was happy, she was finally free, but she didn't know where to find him...

Suddenly, everything went dark and my consciousness fell into chaos again. There was no direction, no time, only a vast chaos of nothingness.

I don't know how long it took before I heard voices.

The doctor said she had been in a coma for more than half a month, and if she continued like this, she would become a vegetable.

The sound was vague, like the noise coming from a radio with very poor signal.

"Then what about the baby in Miss Ning's belly..."

"Her body functions are all normal, and the fetus is currently healthy... A vegetative patient cannot give birth naturally, so a caesarean section is necessary..."

Fetal health...

She's still alive, a vegetable?!

No, she didn't want to lie here half dead, she wanted to go find Nanchuan Shijue, he was still waiting for her!

Ning Fengsheng was unable to break free from the shackles, and his consciousness was swept away by an irresistible torrent.

The darkness closed in again, swallowing everything.

I don’t know how long it drifted.

Consciousness is like a wisp of smoke that will completely dissipate until -

Salty tears spread in his nose, and Moss's suppressed sobs were like a rusty saw: "Master..."

Young master?

Ning Fengsheng was stunned.

Nanchuan Shijue! He is not dead!

The footsteps were heavy and slow, as if stepping on her broken heart.

The air was disturbed, bringing a slight change in airflow, accompanied by the familiar smell of tobacco on him.

This breath had once been her deepest fascination, but now it was like a poisonous thorny vine, entwining her invisible consciousness and strangling her with suffocating pain.

If Nanchuan Shijue is not dead, then she is half dead now, what should she do! ?

"You pretended to be dead this time...you fooled everyone, even me..." Moss cried like a baby.

The cry was filled with the grievance of being deceived for a long time, the ecstasy of regaining what had been lost, and the fear and pressure that had been accumulated for too long, which burst out in an instant.

The air seemed to freeze.

Even the regular ticking sounds of the cold instruments in the ward seemed unusually distant at this moment.

That familiar deep voice sounded, carrying with it a sorrow that penetrated deep into the bones.

Every word was like a heavy stone, smashing into Ning Fengsheng's floating consciousness: "Why are you crying? Do you want to attend my funeral so badly?"

"Young Master..."

"Go out and cry!" His voice was cold and hard. "It's so ugly."

"But Miss Ning... has been in a coma for more than two months... The doctor said... that she is in a vegetative state... The hope of waking up is very slim... It's my fault that I didn't take good care of Miss Ning. I deserve to die. It's all my fault." Moss began to slap himself.

He never thought that Ning Fengsheng, who was still pregnant, would be so depressed that she would want to commit suicide...

She had clearly promised that she would not do anything stupid for the sake of the young master and the child.

"I know everything."

His voice was still low, even calmer than before.

As calm as the dead sea before a storm.

Suppressing beneath the calm is a storm of despair that is enough to destroy everything.

He didn't even glance at Moss, his eyes fixed on Ning Fengsheng's pale face.

"Ning Fengsheng, it's me."

"Nanchuan Shijue, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ning Fengsheng's heart ached so much that it was about to break. He wanted to reach out and hug him, to throw himself into his arms and tell him about his grievances and longings.

But her arms were too heavy to lift, and her eyelids were too tight to open to give him any response.

He seemed to be hugging her and melting into her life with such strength.

When she wanted to feel his embrace, she could no longer hear his voice, and her consciousness fell into darkness again.

…

A long time later, when Ning Fengsheng regained consciousness, she found herself floating up, looking down from above.

She saw herself.

The woman lying on the pure white hospital bed, as lifeless as a sleeping doll.

The oxygen mask covered most of her face, revealing only her closed eyes and pale forehead.

Tubes of various colors extended from under the sheets, connecting to the silent and flashing instruments beside the bed.

Nanchuan Shijue sat on the edge of the bed, his back straight as usual. His eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle, were now deeply sunken, with a deep dark color under his eyes.

That handsome face was now pale and sickly, its lines tightened into cold and hard lines.

He had lost a lot of weight, and the expensive handmade suit looked a little empty on him. His cheekbones became more prominent, and he looked like a lonely, cold ice sculpture being eroded by wind and sand.

He leaned forward slightly, his movements incredibly gentle, as if afraid of disturbing some fragile dream.

He was carefully lifting up one of Ning Fengsheng's hands on the bed and trimming her nails with great concentration.

"Why do you need sleeping pills?"

"Ning Fengsheng, are you a fool? No one is worth losing your life."

"Haven't you always hated me and wanted to escape from me? It was me who restricted your freedom... You could have lived a better life without me."

"Ning Fengsheng, you're lying here deliberately torturing me, aren't you? This is the latest way you've thought of to torture me... It's cruel, and very effective..."

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could grab her thin shoulders and shake her awake.

But she was so skinny that she was just a bag of bones...

He unbuttoned her hospital gown, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

He wiped her body inch by inch, from her neck to her collarbone and then to her arms.

His fingertips lingered on her cold skin through the warm towel.

"Ning Fengsheng... look at you, you're so skinny."

He leaned over and kissed her lovingly, just like every time before.

"Shengsheng, your lips aren't as soft anymore... and the color is too bad. I don't like the way you close your eyes..."

"Open your eyes. I like you looking at me."

His lips were scorching hot, as if he wanted to pass on his remaining vitality to her.

"Ning Fengsheng, you look so beautiful in that wedding dress...it really suits you..."

"You look ugly when you cry..."

"If you lose more weight, that wedding dress will fit two of you..."

When his lips pulled away, his eyes were filled with bottomless despair.

A tear rolled down from under his drooping eyelashes, with a heavy trajectory, hitting her sunken collarbone.

This tear is like a switch.

Nanchuan Shijue's body suddenly stiffened.

He maintained his bent-over posture, but suddenly raised one hand and pressed it hard on his brow, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.