Chapter 192 He did not hesitate to ask Ning Fengsheng
It turns out that people are most likely to lose happiness when they are close to it.
He rested his forehead on her cold, hard palm, tears mixed with blood seeping into the crisscrossing lines of her lifeline...
The violent storm was accompanied by thunder, and the windows of the emergency room were rattling.
It was as if a big hand was hitting hard—
Moss saw a dark shadow outside the window, opened it, and a huge eagle swooped in.
Its wings were soaked by the rainstorm, but it held a blue potion bottle in its mouth...
"Master, this seems to be Master Xiao's eagle..." Moss recognized it, "It's Beta."
Nanchuan Shijue raised his furious face, and his scarlet eyes swept across——
The eagle flew to Ning Fengsheng's feet, dropped the potion on the first aid table, and flew away through the window...
Nanchuan Shijue grabbed the unknown medicine, and his dead heart suddenly began to beat wildly: "Needle!"
He didn't care what the potion was. As long as there was a chance to save her, he would try it even if it was poison!
Moss immediately brought over a sterilized syringe...
Nanchuan Shijue's fingers trembled as he pushed the entire potion into her body...
"Wake up... open your eyes... Ning Fengsheng——!!!"
Ning Fengsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She heard the sharp sound of metal deforming next to her ears, and it was the madman smashing the equipment with his punches.
"Miss Ning... there is a sign of life..." Moss wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Nanchuan Shijue's body suddenly froze, his back tensed into an arch, and he stared at Ning Fengsheng!
The woman's pale skin gradually regained its vitality...
Her pulse became strong and her heartbeat could be heard right next to her ears through the stethoscope!
…
night.
Doctors came in and out, but Ning Fengsheng's high fever didn't subside and he showed no signs of waking up.
The nurse took her temperature and was shocked: "Her fever has worsened."
Nanchuan Shijue's face was cold and his eyes were extremely solemn!
The human body has a limit to its endurance. Once the fever reaches the critical point, death will occur...
Nanchuan Shijue pulled the nurse away, picked up the thermometer, looked at it, and panicked.
“Save her—!”
The doctor shrank back in fear at the look in Nanchuan Shijue's eyes.
"What are the duties of a doctor? How can you be a doctor if you can't even cure a fever?!" Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were terrifying. If Ning Fengsheng had an accident, no one present would escape.
"There's a medicine that can reduce fever very quickly, but it's very strong. She's pregnant, and if she's not careful... she'll have a miscarriage."
The word "abortion" expanded in Nanchuan Shijue's mind.
A depressing and dead atmosphere spread in the space.
"I want you to give her medicine to reduce her fever. She has to survive!" Nanchuan Shijue made the decision immediately.
If he could only choose between the child and Ning Fengsheng's life, he would choose Ning Fengsheng without hesitation.
The doctor agreed and went to prepare the medicine.
Nanchuan Shijue held Ning Fengsheng's hand and suddenly smiled strangely...If she had an accident, he would be with her.
He would kill the old man and then go to accompany her...
In heaven and on earth, in this life and the next, he is bound to her!
"Ning Fengsheng, do you hear me? Even if you die, you can't escape from my grasp."
Ning Fengsheng was in a deep coma, his lips were pale.
"Master, here's what you asked for." Moss handed him a box of fireworks.
The box was very old, and the advertising painting on the yellowed paper was blurred. It was wrapped in plastic paper and was preserved with great care.
Nanchuan Shijue sat down beside the bed and stared at the old fireworks box in his hand for a long time.
This box of fireworks is the only relic that the lady left to the young master.
That day was the young master's third birthday. He had just been severely punished, and his body was covered in scars. He was almost dying. The doctor said he might not make it. The lady personally made a birthday cake and bought this box of fireworks sticks.
Master Nanchuan's possessiveness is so perverted that it is outrageous. He does not allow Madam Nanchuan to smile at the young master, does not allow them to celebrate or be happy, and does not allow them to celebrate holidays...including the young master's birthday.
That lifeless mansion seemed to be just like Master Nanchuan, a gray, cold, and hard shell, shaped like a tomb.
"Jade, these are the fireworks you've always wanted to see. I bought them. And there's also cake... don't you want some?"
"There are many beautiful things in this world for you... Just like these fireworks, when you grow up, you can set them off all over the sky. From now on, you will have a birthday cake every year, made for you by the person you love most... Don't you want to wait until that day?"
"This world isn't just the ever-present darkness... there's light."
The small firework sticks lit up, sending sparks flying in the dark room...
"Whenever you feel the darkness is too unbearable, light it up... and Mom will be back. No matter how far away you are, I will see that light and come back to protect you. I will always be here and will not let anyone hurt you!"
Xiao Nanchuan was lying on the bed with wounds all over his body, watching the fireworks flickering.
He was in pain all over and his eyes were dull and lifeless.
His world was filled with darkness, but the shining sparks allowed him to see a glimmer of light.
That night, he ate the sweetest cake he had ever had. It was his first birthday, and he was the only one with his mother while she was still alive. She died on his birthday.
She thought Xiao Nanchuan was dead. When he had a high fever and was dying, her faith collapsed and she jumped off the building and committed suicide.
Only a few fireworks sticks were lit before they were separated from each other.
"Jade, I'm sorry. It's my fault that you've been punished so much. You will always be my baby. I won't let you die alone... I will be with you forever..."
No one expected that Nanchuan Shijue survived the disaster and recovered from his illness, but his mother passed away first.
Having lost his only protection, he struggled to survive in the dark Nanchuan family. He was always covered in wounds, and no matter how careful he was, he would be punished for even the smallest mistake.
Master Nanchuan blamed the young master for his wife's death because the young master had taken away all of his wife's love.
The lady thought the young master was going to die and so she tried to commit suicide. The master hated the young master to death.
Whenever the young master was hurt and in despair, he would light a firework stick.
At that moment, he felt very warm, as if time had taken him back to the past, when his mother was still alive.
Some love does not disappear, it just accompanies you in a different way.
This box of fireworks is the incarnation of Madam Nanchuan. It seems as if she has never left and has always been by his side...
"Young Master, there are only three left." Moss reminded Nanchuan Shijue when he saw him take out a firework stick.
This firework stick is very precious to the young master. When he was a child, he would light one only when he was most helpless and struggling on the verge of death.
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