Chapter 94 Heartbroken

Without thinking twice, he immediately dialed a secret number.

"Quick! Something's happened in room 0888. Someone's tampered with it. We have to evacuate now, or it's all over!"

Meanwhile, Song Zhiwei was still hugging the cushion on the sofa, her hands clenched tightly into her palms.

But that indescribable sense of unease had already swept over his entire body like a tidal wave.

She couldn't help but let out a low sob.

Despite it being the dead of winter, cold sweat kept seeping from her forehead, and her wet bangs clung tightly to her skin.

Her vision began to blur, and her lips turned pale.

Just when she felt her consciousness was about to completely collapse.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door, a voice so familiar it made her heart tremble.

"Open the door!"

The outside was noisy, with footsteps and shouts mixed in.

Immediately following was a heavy, powerful impact.

With a loud bang, the door to the private room shattered.

A biting cold wind rushed into the room as the door was forced open, causing the curtains to flutter wildly and the lights to sway.

Song Zhiwei jolted, biting her chapped lips and struggling to lift her heavy eyelids to look over.

In the dim light, a tall figure walked in step by step against the light source.

As he approached, that familiar, uniquely his woody scent slowly wafted into my nostrils.

In that instant, her long-suppressed grievances finally broke through, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Sheng Tingzhou spotted her slumped on the sofa at a glance, and his face immediately turned ashen.

He strode forward and, without hesitation, took off his expensive black cashmere coat and wrapped it around her completely.

He then bent down and picked her up horizontally, looking down at her pale little face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He carried her through the chaotic corridor, heading towards the elevator.

Security personnel had already been notified and cleared a path ahead to ensure no one would obstruct them.

Throughout the journey, Song Zhiwei kept her eyes half-closed in a daze.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she instinctively wrapped them around his neck.

"I feel so bad... I really feel so bad..."

Sheng Tingzhou felt her burning body temperature, and his eyes darkened even more.

He walked steadily forward, gently stroking her long hair.

"Don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon. I've already sent someone over, just hang in there a little longer."

Song Zhiwei bit her lower lip tightly, until it turned purple.

Her skin looked as if it were being gnawed by countless invisible insects.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she almost curled up in his arms.

With her last shred of consciousness, she clung tightly to his clothes, refusing to let go.

She took the opportunity to grab his tie and pulled him closer.

"I...I really...feel so bad."

"Can...can you help me?"

She used almost every last bit of strength to say those words.

Sheng Tingzhou gazed at her quietly, his eyes fixed on her wet eyes.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

"Have you thought it through? It's not too late to back out now."

The thought of what might happen next filled Song Zhiwei with intense panic.

She knew that once she took this step, some things could never be undone.

Finally, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly nodded.

She clung tightly to him, as if only in this way could she slightly alleviate the suffocating heat within her body.

Sheng Tingzhou remained seated on the edge of the bed.

He neither pushed her away nor responded to her; he simply endured it all stiffly.

"Hug me..." Song Zhiwei's voice was almost broken, filled with sobs.

She really can't hold on much longer.

Sheng Tingzhou's face grew increasingly gloomy, his temples throbbed, and his muscles were so tense they seemed about to burst.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were cold and hard.

Finally, he raised his hand and pushed her away slightly.

He quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table, dialed a number, and spoke in a cold tone devoid of any warmth.

How much longer until we arrive?

The driver's tired and tense voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Young Master, it's the middle of the night, and I'm already rushing like crazy on the road. The rain is too heavy and the roads are slippery. It will take me at most ten minutes!"

"hurry up."

He only said two words, and as soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

The woman on the bed had just been pushed away, but she immediately got up again.

She threw herself into his arms without a care, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

"I really can't take it anymore... Help me... I'm in so much pain..."

Song Zhiwei's mind was in complete chaos; her reason had long since been burned to ashes, leaving only instinct to drive her to make these almost out-of-control moves.

She looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice hoarse beyond words.

"Help me, please... save me... I don't want this... but I can't take it anymore..."

Sheng Tingzhou could clearly feel the heat coming from his back.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged, and the blood vessels in his wrists throbbed with each heartbeat.

His Adam's apple bobbed, he took a deep breath, and lowered his voice.

"Be good, just bear with it a little longer, the doctor will be here soon, you'll be fine in no time."

But Song Zhiwei wouldn't listen at all.

Her ears were ringing, and it felt like countless fragments were colliding inside her head.

Sheng Tingzhou finally moved.

He stopped trying to hold on and pulled her into his arms, tightening his grip as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

"It's okay, Wanwan, it's okay... It'll be over soon, trust me, it'll be over soon."

Song Zhiwei's tears kept falling, one drop after another sliding down her pale cheeks.

"What if I agree? I'll agree right now, can you help me?"

Didn't you say you'd give me a week to consider it?

Why force her to make a decision so early?

Her mind was in complete chaos, her reason shattered by drugs and emotions.

She'd do anything as long as he was willing to save her.

She didn't care what the cost was.

Sheng Tingzhou paused for a moment while holding her.

He had originally thought that seeing her in such a disheveled state would bring him a sense of vengeful satisfaction.

But reality was unexpected.

Instead of feeling relieved, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Just as I was about to say a few words of comfort, there were a few soft, restrained knocks on the door.

He straightened his wrinkled suit jacket.

He casually pulled the thin blanket covering her up a little higher, carefully wrapping her exposed shoulders and arms.

After doing all this, he turned and walked towards the door.

Chen Yun walked in carrying a black leather medicine box.

As she opened the medicine box and rummaged through the equipment, she calmly said, "Let's give her a sedative injection first to temporarily suppress the abnormal reaction of the nervous system. But this medicine is very taxing on the body, especially the cardiopulmonary function and liver metabolism. Whether the side effects can be completely suppressed depends on the body's subsequent reaction."

"Um."

Sheng Tingzhou stood by the bed and gave a soft reply.

He walked to the bedside and gently lifted her limp wrist.

Then, he reached out and stroked her sweaty forehead.

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "It'll be over soon, just bear with it."

The injection was quickly inserted, and the clear liquid flowed into her vein through the catheter.

Song Zhiwei stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, her pupils somewhat unfocused.