Chapter 237 You Are My Sister
Mo Shi'an looked at Yun Zheng's pale face, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, causing sharp pain with every beat.
He subconsciously took a step forward, his slender fingers trembling slightly in the air, trying to support her shaky body.
"Zheng Zheng, calm down first..." Mo Shi'an's voice was very soft, with unprecedented tenderness and heartache, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, "This is a long story, let's go home and slowly..."
"Tell me!" Yun Zheng suddenly raised her voice, with the ending tone trembling noticeably, like a string stretched to its limit.
She violently shook off Mo Shian's outstretched hand, her nails leaving a red mark on the back of his hand.
Her eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and she stared into his eyes, "How much do you know? Tell me!"
Yun Zheng's trembling voice echoed on the empty highway, and her scarlet eyes were filled with clear questions.
The night wind ruffled her long hair, and a few strands of hair stuck to her pale cheeks, making her look particularly fragile.
Fu Linghe stood behind her, protecting her. His bony fingers moved slightly, but he did not move forward in the end.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Shian, with a dangerous undercurrent surging in his eyes and his jawline was extremely tense.
Mo Shian took a deep breath, and when he took out his cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit, his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.
The cold light from the screen reflected on his angular face, revealing the rare hesitation between his brows, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.
"This is..." His voice was a little dry, and if you listened carefully, there was a slight tremor. "DNA test report."
Yun Zheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and she stared at the glowing screen, on which was a genetic test report.
She didn't have time to look closely, her eyes skipping straight to the last line - [Test conclusion: Sample A (Yun Zheng) has a biological parent-child relationship with Sample B (Mo Chenfeng) and Sample C (Ning Zhi), with a 99.9999% probability of parentage.]
"impossible......"
Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if it came from far away.
The slender fingers unconsciously grabbed the fabric on the chest, and the knuckles turned bluish white due to the force.
The letters and numbers twisted and spun before her eyes, and finally turned into a sharp knife, stabbing into her heart.
"You are our Mo family's child." Mo Shi'an's voice came slowly, but each word was as heavy as a thousand pounds. "My...sister."
"Shut up!"
Yun Zheng suddenly interrupted in a harsh voice, her voice so hoarse it didn't sound like her own.
A fishy-sweet taste surged in her throat, and she bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted rust.
Her body shook and her vision went dark, as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights of the world.
"Zheng Zheng!"
"Yun Zheng!"
Two men's voices rang out at the same time, one low and restrained, the other panicked.
She felt someone catch her falling body, a warm palm against her back, and the familiar scent of cedar enveloped her.
But all this was too far away, as if it was separated by a thick layer of frosted glass.
"cough......"
A mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth without warning, winding a glaring red on her pale skin and dripping onto the man's white shirt, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
"Zheng Zheng!" Fu Linghe's voice was filled with unprecedented panic.
He lifted her up and held her sideways, his arm muscles tensed. His fingers trembled as he wiped the blood from her lips, leaving a faint red mark on her fair skin. "Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"
Mo Shian stopped him with a pale face, his tie, which was always meticulously tied, was askew. "Take my car to the hospital!"
Fu Linghe pushed away Mo Shian's outstretched hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife, his voice cold enough to freeze, "Get out! If you hadn't said this so suddenly, how could she-"
He looked down at Yun Zheng, whose face was as pale as paper in his arms, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Now was not the time to argue. Her body, so light that it seemed weightless, made his chest tighten.
"Let the helicopter land immediately." Fu Linghe ordered coldly. As he strode towards the roadside with Yun Zheng in his arms, the blue veins on his arms were clearly visible.
Mo Shian quickly dialed the number, his slender fingers tightly gripping the phone, his knuckles turning white, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
Three minutes later, the helicopter roared down onto the emergency lane of the highway, and the strong wind from the propellers ruffled everyone's hair.
Fu Linghe jumped up holding Yun Zheng, his movements incredibly gentle.
Mo Shi'an followed closely behind and wanted to board the plane, but was kicked on the cabin door by Fu Linghe, and his black leather shoes left a clear footprint on the metal door.
"How dare you follow me?" Fu Linghe's voice was still clearly audible despite the noise of the helicopter rotors, and his eyes were sharp as a knife. "The last thing she wants to see right now is you, the Mo family!"
Mo Shi'an's hands gripped the edge of the hatch tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a few strands of his hair, which had always been meticulously combed, fell down. "She's my sister!"
"Now you know she's your sister?" Fu Linghe sneered, a sarcastic arc on his lips, but anger burned in his eyes, "What were you doing before?"
These words were like a sharp blade, piercing Mo Shian's heart.
He loosened his grip and the helicopter door slammed shut in front of him with a dull bang.
Through the porthole, he saw Fu Linghe carefully place Yun Zheng on a stretcher, and medical staff immediately surrounded him.
Yun Zheng's pale face was faintly visible under the oxygen mask, looking as fragile as a porcelain doll.
The helicopter took off into the air, and the strong wind blew Mo Shian's suit.
He stood there, watching the plane gradually turn into a black dot on the horizon and finally disappear into the twilight.
A drop of rain fell on his cheek. It had started raining without him noticing.
......
In the hospital's VIP ward, the smell of disinfectant permeated the air.
Yun Zheng slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was the snow-white ceiling.
She tried to move her fingers and found an IV needle inserted on the back of her hand, with cold liquid slowly flowing into her blood vessels.
"Awake?" A deep and familiar male voice came from the left, a little hoarse.
Yun Zheng turned her head slightly and saw Fu Linghe sitting beside the bed. His shirt, which was always ironed, was wrinkled, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, obviously he had not slept all night.
He was holding a document in his hand, and when he saw her wake up, he immediately put it down and leaned forward.
She opened her mouth, but her throat was too dry for her to make a sound.
Fu Linghe immediately poured a glass of warm water, gently lifted the back of her neck, and carefully fed her a few sips.
The comfortable feeling of warm water sliding down her throat made her squint slightly.
"The doctor said you fainted because of your emotional fluctuations." His voice was much softer than usual, and he gently wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips with his fingertips. "You need to rest for a while."
Yun Zheng lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast two shadows on her pale face, making her look particularly fragile under the light.
She thought of the DNA report she had seen before she fell into a coma, and her heart ached again. Her fingers unconsciously clutched the sheets tightly.
Suddenly, her fingertips trembled slightly as she grabbed Fu Linghe's sleeves and scanned his body anxiously: "Are you...are you hurt?"
Fu Linghe was visibly stunned, his pupils slightly dilated. He hadn't expected that under such circumstances, the first person she would be concerned about was him.
A warm feeling welled up in his heart. He held her cold fingers, gently wrapped them in his palm, and said in a low and gentle voice, "I'm fine."
He leaned over and tucked the corner of the quilt for her, his fingertips accidentally brushing her cheek, feeling cold. "Don't think too much, just get some rest first."
His voice was soft, but with undeniable determination, "I'm here."
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