The neck was strangled, strangled hard.
Life is seriously threatened.
In this situation, it seemed as if Han Qingrang would twist her neck off in the next second.
The proprietress grabbed his hands and shouted hoarsely: "Let go, let go, I can't resist now, you will strangle me to death!!!!!!"
Han Qingrang was like a madman, his purple-gold pupils were filled with gloomy aura, like a demon from hell. Not only did the strength in his hands not loosen, he was still exerting force.
Making a gurgling sound...
The doctor handed the baby to the nurse and quickly stepped forward to persuade her: "Sir, calm down, sir..."
The proprietress could no longer speak. Her face turned purple and the breath in her chest became thinner and thinner. She could hardly breathe.
The nurse next to her suddenly exclaimed, "She!! Electrocardiogram... she has a heartbeat..."
As the nurse finished speaking, Han Qingrang suddenly loosened his grip.
The proprietress was completely exhausted and fell to the ground, gasping and coughing violently...
Han Qingrang rushed over and pushed aside the nurse and doctor.
He never even looked at the newborn baby from beginning to end.
"Zhizhi..." He half-knelt down.
There were already fluctuations on the electrocardiogram. Han Qingrang's hand was placed over her heart, where it was beating slowly, very slowly, but with a certain rhythm...
She has breath of life.
"Zhizhi, wake up, open your eyes and look at me, Zhizhi..." Han Qingrang called her name over and over again, trying to wake her up.
But Zhiyun, lying on the operating table, never opened her eyes.
Her consciousness seemed to be in a permanent sleep, and no one could wake her up...
…
Consciousness is immersed in the disappearing sea of sand.
It's endless and barren.
"hot……"
It's too hot.
Zhiyun slowly opened her eyes, and the scene that appeared before her was an endless desert. It looked dead and lifeless, and no one could live here.
Zhiyun raised her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat on her forehead. She didn't dare look up at the sky. The sun was so scorching hot that she could barely open her eyes. "Where is this place? Heaven can't be so barren and desolate."
She muttered to herself and took a step forward, only to feel her feet as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Every step was very strenuous, and more and more sweat flowed down her forehead. Zhiyun raised her hand again and again to wipe the sweat off her forehead...
"Could this be hell?!" she muttered to herself.
She looked up and saw the sun was a fiery red, and the sky seemed to be burning. Looking around, she saw a vast expanse of yellow sand, with waves of sand flowing towards the sky, like waves rolling on the ocean.
Zhiyun didn't know where she was. Every step she took made her very tired, until she couldn't walk anymore and couldn't hold on any longer.
She wanted to fall down, right here.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and she could barely keep them open. Her breathing grew heavier. She was desperately short of water, and she needed it. But there was nothing here: no mountains, no rivers, no trees, no houses. She hadn't even seen a mirage to comfort herself.
It's too barren here.
She didn't do anything bad in her previous life, so why did she have to suffer in such a barren place after her death!
In such a situation, with her lips cracked and bleeding, Zhiyun gritted her teeth and persisted, leaning forward and walking with her head down, imagining herself as a camel walking in this vast sea of sand.
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