Chapter 315: Shengsheng's Death Countdown
There is someone he wants to see underground, and he wants to go find her...
On the ECG monitor, the faint green line struggled, and then—
It began to beat slowly.
"The patient has vital signs!"
Watching my heartbeat gradually rise...
"Master, Miss Ning is alive!!" Moss's entire back was wet, and he shouted in surprise.
Nanchuan Shijue slowly stood up without looking at anyone.
He let go of Ning Fengsheng's hand, and it fell softly back onto the bed sheet.
He turned and walked towards the French window.
Outside the window, the city was sleeping in its darkest hour.
He raised his hand and touched the cold glass, on which was reflected an expressionless face, with only the bottomless cold pool in the eyes, reflecting the ups and downs of the lines on the ECG monitor screen.
"Ning Fengsheng... So you're afraid too... You're afraid I'll die..."
"Oh, coward..."
The boundless darkness reflected the dead silence in his eyes. "If you dare to leave, I will go down to find you right away..."
"The patient has been temporarily stabilized, but her body functions are irreversibly declining... Conservative estimates suggest a maximum of... seventy-two hours." The doctor issued a critical illness notice.
Three days. That's enough.
Nanchuan Shijue said calmly: "Moss, the wedding will continue."
"But Miss Ning is almost..." Moss didn't dare to say the word "dead" - the young master was in a hurry to get married?
"She loves the sea, and the wedding was held on a cruise ship."
The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were fogged up, casting a blurry shadow of Nanchuan Spyker on the glass.
He stood beside Ning Fengsheng's bed, like a statue nailed in despair.
I adjusted the electronic clock myself, and went back 72 hours.
Countdown to Shengsheng's death.
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As the night deepened, the bottle of sleeping pills was unscrewed and he swallowed four white pills, twice the regular dose.
Two hours later, his eyes were still open.
Nanchuan Shijue found an electric baton in the drawer.
This was the self-defense weapon he equipped Ning Fengsheng with three years ago. The current intensity was enough to make an adult male faint instantly.
"Swish--" severe pain exploded along the arm.
"Shengsheng... come see me in my dream, for the last time..."
When I opened my eyes again, it was bright outside.
His mind was blank. Not only could he not see Ning Fengsheng's shadow, he couldn't even touch the corner of his dream.
Nanchuan Shijue propped himself up and sat up, stepping barefoot on the cold ground.
The man in the mirror had sunken eye sockets, red bloodshot veins under his eyes like spider webs, and blue stubble on his jawline. The face of the man who was once named "the most attractive man in the world" by a financial magazine was now full of madness.
The breakfast that Moss brought was untouched. When the silver lid was opened, the aroma filled the room, but it did not arouse his appetite at all.
He sat down at his computer and began typing: "A Letter to My Future Son"...
I deleted and cut sentences, wrote for a long time and then deleted everything, and I had no idea where to start.
How can I have the nerve to write to Nanchuan Yusen?
He had promised her that he would take good care of the baby, but apparently... he was going to break his promise this time.
Night fell again and he took more sleeping pills, increasing the dosage to six tablets.
The bitterness of the pill melting on the tip of the tongue is not even one-tenth of the bitterness in the heart.
After lying there for three hours, he was still terribly awake.
Ning Fengsheng's breathing, the ticking of the monitor, the sound of the wind outside the window, all the sounds were infinitely amplified, like countless needles pricking his nerves.
At one o'clock in the morning, Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were on the emergency equipment.
He walked over to the defibrillator and removed the pads.
Instead of turning on the medical mode, the voltage was directly adjusted to the lowest level.
Nanchuan Shijue took a deep breath and placed the electrode on his chest.
"I'd do anything to see you, Shengsheng." He pressed the discharge button. "Come see me, I want to make sure you're still there!"
When the severe pain came, he seemed to see Ning Fengsheng running towards him in a wedding dress, the hem of her white gauze skirt sweeping across the grass... so beautiful.
"Nanchuan Shijue, wait for me."
She has a really nice voice.
Unfortunately, it was just an illusion.
The next day the sun rose——
He lay on the cold floor, his chest swollen and red from the electric current, but his dream was still a dead abyss.
After examination, the doctor confirmed that there was nothing serious and warned him not to make such a dangerous attempt again!
Nanchuan Shijue turned a deaf ear and exuded a dangerous aura of madness.
His handsome face looked frighteningly haggard at the moment, only his eyes were surprisingly bright, burning with a certain obsession.
I checked the progress of the wedding, arranged the inheritance of property, and wrote a will...
He planned Nanchuan Yusen's entire life.
Night fell again, and Nanchuan Shijue decided to change his approach.
He cut a gash on his arm with a dagger, and blood immediately gushed out, dripping onto the white paper that had been prepared long ago.
He wrote with his bloody fingers: "Shengsheng, come to my dream, I'll wait for you."
He placed the paper next to his pillow, swallowed the sleeping pills again and lay down.
This time, perhaps due to the blood loss and the effects of the medicine, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Ning Fengsheng felt a sharp pain and woke up from the chaotic darkness...
When I opened my eyes, I saw the sleeping Nanchuan Shijue and the bloody words on his pillow.
The man's arm was still bleeding, the wound was so large that the blood was all over the bedsheets...
Ning Fengsheng felt extremely distressed!
"Nanchuan Shijue, are you crazy? Why are you hurting yourself like this!"
She floated to Nanchuan Shijue's ear and found that her soul had shrunk a lot, becoming only the size of a palm...
This should be a symbol of her imminent demise.
"Why don't you eat? Didn't you promise me to take care of yourself?" She looked at the untouched food on the bedside table.
Nanchuan Shijue frowned tightly, pursed his thin lips stubbornly, and looked angry as if saying: What do you care about me!
"Nanchuan Noble!" Ning Fengsheng's voice suddenly rose, a hint of exasperation in it. "I forbid you to ruin yourself! Eat on time, and don't abuse yourself. Do you hear me?"
Nanchuan Shijue raised the corners of his mouth and smiled deeply.
His shoulders trembled slightly as he laughed, and there were traces of moisture in the corners of his eyes...
Then he shook his head.
Ning Fengsheng froze. What did shaking his head mean? He always nodded before.
"Be good! Take good care of yourself..."
Nanchuan Shijue shook his head again.
Without her, what was his body? Just a container for his longing.
"I... I can't hold on any longer, Lord Nanchuan, I'm leaving." She began to grow weak again, like a dandelion blown away by the wind.
"Don't... go..." Nanchuan Shijue muttered, "Shengsheng, come back..."
Ning Fengsheng's eyes were sore. She was not Shengsheng...
"I can't go back, I really have to leave..."
"Wait for me..." He whispered, his jawline tense, "Shengsheng, wait for me... let's go together..."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils filled with shock.
Wait for him? Go together? What does that mean? Is he going to...
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