Seeing his embarrassed expression, Lu Zuoxian took a step back, showing an evasive attitude.
Cheng Yuan looked at Mu Lianshen with a sad face.
The latter said with difficulty: "Can't be saved?"
Wu Yaofeng forced a smile: "Grandpa Cheng, how could that be... Lu Yuan is in good health, it's just a minor gunshot wound, how could he not be saved?"
Cheng Yuan looked at Mu Lianshen and Zhai Jiu, who were still rational, and said, "None of his injuries are fatal, but he lost too much blood... All his organs have stopped working, and his blood pressure and heartbeat are very weak. This..."
Jiang Huixin listened to his words in a daze, walked slowly to the door of the operating room, and looked at the person on the bed through the small window.
Lu Zuoxian was also facing mental collapse. Yuan Hongying hugged Ping An tightly, her eyes flickering and full of hatred.
Shen Xingzhou stepped forward, “What is Xiaoxiao doing?”
Cheng Yuan sighed helplessly: "She is trying her best."
Seeing the hopeful light flashing in Lu Zuoxian's eyes, Cheng Yuan continued: "In my case, Lu Yuan is already powerless. Xiao Xiao doesn't want to give up and wants to save her friend, but the means she used...some..."
He considered his words and said, "Take the risk... I'll explain the situation in advance. If something worse happens later, don't blame her. She means well."
Lu Zuoxian naturally wouldn't blame her, but he couldn't say anything now. He just stared at the door of the operating room.
Shen Xingzhou looked through the window at Fu Xiao who was still busy in front of the bed, with worry flashing in his eyes.
Everyone is looking forward to the final miracle.
Fu Xiao also looked at the instrument expectantly.
She did so much, but her blood pressure didn't rise at all, and remained as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
She closed her eyes weakly.
Turning to the door of the operating room, she opened it and looked at Jiang Huixin who was staring at her. Fu Xiao knew that she, and even they, hoped that she would nod and say that Lu Yuan was fine.
But she really tried her best.
Jiang Huixin saw that Fu Xiao didn't say anything, as if she had understood. She didn't cry, but turned around and took Ping An from Yuan Hongying's arms, "Xiao Xiao, can I go in and see him?"
Fu Xiao nodded, "Okay,"
She followed the two of them and looked at Jiang Huixin squatting beside the bed, "Lu Yuan...you...you broke your promise..."
Staring at this scary face, she lay in his arms and burst into tears: "Lu Yuan...you don't keep your word..."
Jiang Huixin's crying scared Ping An beside her, "Ah...wawawawa,"
Fu Xiao was about to step forward when she picked up Ping An, put him on the bed, and coaxed him softly, "Ping An, this is Daddy, can you call me Daddy?"
Ping'an didn't know what his father meant, but every night before he went to bed, his mother would talk about his father in his ear.
So, is it time to go to bed?
He turned over, half of his body pressed on Lu Yuan, looked at Jiang Huixin, and blinked: "Ah... Ba... "
Looking at the father and son, Jiang Huixin burst into tears again. Seeing her crying, Ping An was frightened again, "Wow wow wow... Baba..."
Fu Xiao couldn't bear to see such separation of life and death, so he turned and looked out the window.
The tree outside the window is still as tall and straight as ever.
Can....
Why are the leaves shaking?
Fu Xiao's eyes were filled with sadness as he recalled the scene when he parted with Lu Yuan.
"Brother Lu...I thought...we could see each other again,"
Wu Yaofeng outside turned around and punched the wall, roaring in pain.
Chen Ye and Zhai Jiu stood beside Lu Zuoxian, silently comforting him.
Mu Lianshen silently took out a cigarette from his pocket, his face still calm, but Fu Shaoyu noticed that his hand was shaking as he lit the cigarette.
Chen Jingchu squatted on the ground and cried like a child.
Zhai Yumo lowered his head, his face full of desolation.
Shen Xingzhou looked at Fu Xiao’s lonely back and raised his foot to step forward.
....
At this time, Ping An shouted "Baba" again.
"drop...."
...
Fu Xiao suddenly turned around and came to the bedside.
Looking at the fluctuations displayed on the machine, "There is a reaction..."
....
Yuan Hongying walked forward, held Lu Yuan's hand, and said in a gentle tone she had never used before, "Son... Mom was wrong. Mom will never teach you those great principles again, such as national justice and sacrificing one's life for the country. Mom will do it. You just need to live well..."
...
Lu Zuoxian's body, which had always been straight despite his weight gain, hunched over. He stared at Lu Yuan and trembled as he spoke, "Son, please stay. Dad threw away all the letters you wrote... and left without saying a word... won't you regret it?"
.....
Wu Yaofeng almost fell to the end of the bed and shouted, "Lu Yuan, you stay alive for me, wuwuwuwu, brother, it's too early to leave now, our wish has not been fulfilled yet..."
"....." Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan...
...!
..!
.!
A tear flowed from the corner of Lu Yuan's eye as he lay on the hospital bed.
At the same time, the fluctuations on the instrument became more obvious.
Fu Xiao pulled the person in front of the bed away, fiddling with the silver needle with his hand, and said, "You go out first... let the nurse prepare the plasma... quickly..."
Mu Lianshen pulled Lu Zuoxian out, and Shen Xingzhou looked at the nurse, "Plasma..."
"Oh oh," the nurse's eyes widened, obviously she hasn't recovered yet.
After she recovered from her shock, she asked as usual: "What's Lu Yuan's blood type?"
Wu Yaofeng wiped away his tears and replied: "O type..."
"I am also type O, I can donate blood to him..."
The nurse smiled and said, "There is enough O-type blood in the blood bank..."
Moreover, that person was a soldier and had the privilege of using blood first.
Wu Yaofeng still didn't put down his wrist, and stretched his wrist in front of the nurse, "Take mine, give him more transfusions... I'm fine."
The nurses were speechless.
Mu Lianshen came over and said, "Don't worry about him, just focus on your own things..."
The nurse walked away pushing the cart.
Fu Xiao looked at the plasma prepared beside her. After giving Lu Yuan a blood transfusion, she took a silver needle and pricked several of his major acupoints.
After a busy moment, she reached out and touched his wrist.
Holding his wrist, he transmitted the healing power.
Looking at him, Fu Xiao suddenly smiled.
She remembered a sentence.
The god of love stood at the top of the gods and laughed at the incompetence of the god of death.
Love, sometimes, can really create miracles.
"Lu Yuan....Welcome back..."
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