Chapter 87: Entering the hospital and seeing Wan Lu

Xia Cheng hummed softly.

"I thought you were a bad guy."

"I am."

"I'm pretty self-aware."

Xun Sheng was afraid that Xia Cheng would fall asleep, so he kept talking as he walked down the mountain.

But he still felt blood flowing down his soaked clothes onto his skin and then onto his waistband.

"Xia Cheng, are you okay?"

"It doesn't seem good."

Xia Cheng was a little dazed.

"It's so annoying, could you please talk less..."

Xun Sheng immediately realized that because he went down the mountain too slowly, which probably took him nearly ten minutes, Xia Cheng had already gone into hemorrhagic shock.

There was no other way, he could only put Xia Cheng down first and cut the shirt into strips with a dagger.

After bandaging Xia Cheng, he laid her flat on her back and placed her legs on his body, with the lower leg higher than the upper leg, and continued to apply pressure on the bleeding area for about five minutes.

Gradually, the bleeding seemed to stop.

Although Xia Cheng was able to respond to Xun Sheng's calls, her mental state was not good.

Xun Sheng carefully carried the man on his back again. The soft tissue in his calf felt like it was cut by a meat grinder, causing him piercing pain. However, he managed to hold on and continue walking.

"Xia Cheng, don't fall asleep, I'll tell you a story, okay!"

"You're so annoying... I want to rest..."

"Xia Cheng, I'll tell you stories about my childhood. Don't you like me? If you like me, get to know me better."

"don't want......"

Xun Sheng held the wooden stick, and spoke slowly, as if he didn't understand Xia Cheng's refusal.

"Once upon a time, in a small corner of Hai City, lived a happy family consisting of a father, a mother, and their son. The father was an architect, and the mother was a teacher. They lived a very happy life."

"Liar." Xia Cheng muttered casually. "There is no real happiness in the world..."

"You're right." Xun Sheng didn't deny it. "Later, their happiness did break down."

"How... did it break up? Divorce..."

"No." Xun Sheng shook his head, his face stern and speechless. "My father had an accident on the construction site, and my mother, after learning law on her own and failing to sue, committed suicide. In the end, the family was left with only one child, who was sent to an orphanage because no one wanted to adopt him."

"That child..." Xia Cheng's voice gradually became weaker.

Xun Sheng listened attentively.

She breathed softly into his ear.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Boy." Xun Sheng replied.

"How old are you?"

"Five."

"Where are you now?"

Xun Sheng paused, thought for a long time, pushed aside the grass in front of him, and found that he had finally gone down the mountain. He quickened his pace towards the reservoir.

There is a narrow bridge over the reservoir.

At this point, he put Xia Cheng on the stone, turned on his cell phone, and finally got a signal.

After urgently contacting the police, he sat next to her and watched Xia Cheng.

Xia Cheng tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Where are you now?"

He didn't know why she was obsessed with this issue.

But in the dim moonlight, he saw her drooping eyelids and her increasingly worsening mental state.

"In front of you." He held her shoulders. "Xia Cheng!"

Xia Cheng nodded, not knowing whether he had heard it or not, and closed his eyes.

At this time, it had been almost half an hour since he was shot.

Xun Sheng leaned over to check her breathing, and then he hurriedly carried the person on his back. After taking two steps, he saw red and blue lights flashing. The ambulance and police car finally arrived, stopped in front of them, and pulled the person into the ambulance in an orderly manner.

Xia Cheng was taken away by an ambulance. Xun Sheng was not seriously injured. After a simple bandage, he asked to stay and take the police to find someone.

Just like that, Xia Cheng was taken away by the ambulance. Xun Sheng glanced at the direction the ambulance was going and silently blended into the night again.

*

He Qing was originally at the police station. After hearing the news that the person had been found, he went to the hospital crying and laughing. When he arrived at the hospital, he heard that Xia Cheng had been shot, and this time he could no longer laugh.

At the door of the emergency room, she leaned in Xun Youdong's arms, her clenched fists constantly hitting the man's chest, and she cried so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.

"It's all your fault! How could a father hit his child? Chengcheng was missing for so many years, and we finally found her, and you treat her like this!"

Xun Youdong's originally straight back was shaking.

Yu Jingyuan and Xun Mo were both there. Xun Mo had curled up into a ball, sitting on the silver-gray chair, at a loss.

She didn't dare to think about whether her parents would abandon her if Xia Cheng really died. After all, Xia Cheng was their biological daughter.

Yu Jingyuan buried his head deep between his elbows and took deep breaths.

He felt that he had done something wrong and should have been more determined to catch up.

At this time, it was only six hours since Xia Cheng left Xun's house. It was early in the morning and it was still dark. The crying and sighing in the corridor sounded a little ridiculous.

*

Drop-drop-drop...

In the ICU, the sounds of various machines running rose and fell continuously. In the rhythm of this sound like dripping water, Xia Cheng lifted her heavy eyelids and her eyes fell on the white ceiling and the transparent ventilator on her mouth and nose. She shook her body, but could not move because of the tubes all over her body.

"Thirsty..." Her hoarse voice came muffled through the ventilator.

Soon, doctors, both male and female, appeared in sight and continued to examine her. Xia Cheng felt nauseous because of the ventilator and wanted to reach out to pull it out, but a needle was also inserted into the back of her hand. When she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing outside the transparent glass.

They are He Qing and Xun Youdong.

He Qing's hands were clasping the glass, her fingerprints smudged. Xun Youdong supported her, and his gaze towards Xia Cheng was filled with more guilt.

"I want to go out." She was a little breathless.

"No," the doctor shook his head. "You've only slept for twelve hours. You need to remain under observation for two to three days. Once your vital signs stabilize, you can be transferred to a general ward."

Xia Cheng had no choice but to stay here.

During her time at the ICU, people often visited her. Yu Jingyuan waved at her through the glass. Xun Sheng, hands in his pockets, watched her quietly. Lin Minghe also came after finishing his game. Worried that Xia Cheng might get bored, he held up a tablet and played a TV show for her.

Sometimes, He Qing would change his clothes and come in, dip a cotton swab in water, and carefully moisten Xia Cheng's dry lips.

Xia Cheng didn't see Xun Mo, and she didn't want to see her now. She would wait until she recovered.

However, on the last day in the ICU, when Xia Cheng was in and out of coma, he actually saw an incredible figure outside the ward.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a striped shirt made of fine fabric, with his arms folded across his chest. It was unknown how long he had been looking at her. When he looked into her eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he was so noble that he looked like a stranger. He only stopped for a moment and then walked away.

"Huh..." She almost had the urge to unplug the ventilator to confirm whether this was an illusion.

But she couldn't do it, she could only watch him leave, his eyes like the sky floating away like white clouds.

"Wanlu..."

She whispered his name, even though no one could hear her. She still rubbed the two words on the tip of her tongue. Her frail body blurred the emotions on her face. The memories of the past in the mountain village emerged one by one in this exhausted state...