Chapter 369 Nanchuan, Hug Shengsheng

Ten minutes later, Ning Fengsheng was wrapped in a thick blanket and carried into the car.

She held the potted doll tightly in her arms, and was so dizzy from the fever that she could only mutter the word "Nanchuan".

Master Leng looked at her like this and sighed heavily.

He originally didn't want her to see Nanchuan Shijue's current situation, but now he can no longer hide it.

The car drove towards the hospital. Ning Fengsheng leaned against the window, his little face flushed red.

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The hospital corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Ning Fengsheng was carried by the bodyguard and walked towards the operating room.

She twisted her body restlessly: "Where is Nanchuan? Shengsheng wants to see Nanchuan..."

"The kid from Nanchuan is receiving treatment. Shengsheng should be good and wait for the doctor to cure him." Master Leng comforted softly.

The red light outside the operating room was still on.

Moss and his bodyguards were standing outside the operating room. Seeing Master Leng and Ning Fengsheng, he was quite surprised.

"Mr. Leng, why are you here? And you brought Miss Ning with you!?"

"There's nothing I can do. She's clamoring to see that guy," Master Leng asked in a deep voice, "How did the operation go?"

Moss's eyes were red, and he hesitated to speak. "It's been ten hours. The doctor said the situation is very dangerous... You shouldn't have brought Miss Ning here. The young master has instructed that Miss Ning must not be informed of his condition, not to mention..."

In today's emergency treatment, the probability of survival is very low.

Ning Fengsheng clamored to get off the bed, and the bodyguard let her go. She then ran to the operating room door holding the potted doll and stared at the door eagerly: "Is Nanchuan in there? When will he come out? Shengsheng misses him."

Master Leng pulled her to sit on the bench next to him: "He is sick and is still receiving treatment. Don't bother him..."

"Uncle Moss, will Nanchuan be okay?" Ning Fengsheng asked anxiously.

Moss wiped his eyes quickly: "I will, don't worry Miss Ning."

Ning Fengsheng finally calmed down a bit. He held the stuffed plant in his arms, leaned his head on Old Man Leng's shoulder, and stared straight at the door of the operating room.

Time passed minute by minute, but the red light never went out.

Moss kept checking his watch, his fingers clenched white at his sides.

"Grandpa, why hasn't Nanchuan come out yet?"

"It will be out soon. Shengsheng, be good and take your medicine first."

Ning Fengsheng obediently took the fever-reducing medicine and put a cooling patch on his forehead.

The door to the emergency room suddenly opened, and the attending physician's face was extremely solemn: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best, but the operation failed, the patient suffered three cardiac arrests, and we were unable to save him..."

Moss almost fell to his knees: "Doctor, please think of another way to save him. The young master is still so young! He still has Miss Ning to take care of, he can't bear to leave her..."

Ning Fengsheng was frightened by Moss's crying and stood up blankly.

Master Leng's expression was extremely solemn—

The door of the operating room opened again and a nurse came out pushing a stretcher.

A human figure was covered in white cloth, with one hand hanging outside. The fingers were slender, and a Victorian lover's ring was worn on the ring finger.

"Nanchuan!" Ning Fengsheng recognized the hand and stumbled over, "Nanchuan, wake up, Shengsheng is here!"

The stretcher stopped, and the person under the white cloth showed no reaction.

Ning Fengsheng pulled away the white cloth and saw Nanchuan Shijue’s face, which was pale to blue, his eyes were closed, and his lips were dark purple.

His fingers were very cold, without a trace of warmth.

Ning Fengsheng touched his hand cautiously: "Nanchuan, don't sleep. Shengsheng has something to tell you..."

"Shengsheng, be good. Nanchuan boy is tired. Let him rest."

"No! Nanchuan will not ignore Shengsheng!" Ning Fengsheng cried and was stopped by the bodyguard.

She struggled desperately, her little hands reaching towards Nanchuan.

Master Leng and Moss followed the doctor into a room with a stretcher and gently closed the door, blocking out her cries.

Ning Fengsheng was placed on the bench, sobbing, not understanding why Nanchuan was not allowed to wake up and talk to her.

The potted doll in his arms was grinning foolishly, which was out of place with the sad atmosphere.

"Miss San, calm down..."

"I won't wake Nanchuan up. I'll just stay with him. Shengsheng will be a good boy and wait for him to wake up... okay?"

Ning Fengsheng's heart ached so much that it felt like it was about to break. Although he didn't understand the true meaning of death, but...

An invisible fear gripped her, making her very scared and terrified...

She didn't know what she was afraid of, but her whole body was shaking.

Through her tearful eyes, she saw a figure walking out of the closed door.

This is the room Nanchuan was pushed into...

Nanchuan Shijue's figure was as straight as a pine tree, but his face was transparently pale.

"Nanchuan!" Ning Fengsheng jumped off the bench in surprise and ran towards him, "You finally woke up!"

The bodyguard was frightened by Ning Fengsheng's reaction: "Ms. Ning, what are you talking about?"

"Nanchuan, wait for Shengsheng, don't leave!"

Ning Fengsheng ran after the figure.

Nanchuan Shijue seemed to be unable to see her, his eyes were empty, and he walked straight to the end of the corridor.

His footsteps were eerily light and made no sound at all.

"Nanchuan, why are you ignoring Shengsheng?" Ning Fengsheng trotted after him, reaching out to pull the corner of his clothes, but grabbed nothing.

She was stunned and tried to hold his hand again, but her fingers went straight through his palm.

"No! Nanchuan, don't go!" Ning Fengsheng rushed forward and wanted to hug him, but his whole body passed through the figure and fell heavily to the ground.

My knees rubbed against the ground, scraping off a layer of skin and causing excruciating pain.

Ning Fengsheng cried and shouted, "Nanchuan, don't you want Shengsheng anymore?"

The figure stopped suddenly.

Nanchuan Shijue turned around slowly, his eyes still empty, but he did look at Ning Fengsheng.

"Nanchuan, hug Shengsheng, hug me..." Ning Fengsheng sat on the ground crying, stretching out her hands.

The two bodyguards looked in the direction where Ning Fengsheng was speaking, but saw nothing. They felt so scared that they didn't dare to move at all.

Nanchuan Shijue walked up to her, squatted down, and reached out to wipe away her tears.

But when his fingertips touched her cheek, they passed through again.

"How could this happen..." Ning Fengsheng cried out in despair, "What happened to Nanchuan? Why can't I hug you?"

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"Is Nanchuan going to turn into a star and leave... Shengsheng doesn't want Nanchuan to turn into a star... Shengsheng wants Nanchuan to stay by her side and never leave... Shengsheng can't live without Nanchuan... Shengsheng was wrong..." Ning Fengsheng shouted in panic, "Shengsheng, please apologize, Nanchuan will forgive Shengsheng, okay..."

The two bodyguards tried to escape, relying solely on their willpower.

Ning Fengsheng's tears burst out like a dam: "I'm sorry, Shengsheng misses Nanchuan... Shengsheng loves Nanchuan very much, Nanchuan, please don't leave Shengsheng..."

Nanchuan Shijue looked at her, moved his thin lips, and said something, but no sound came out.

A tear slowly gathered in his eyes, slid down his cheek, flashed in the air, and disappeared.