Chapter 321 Will He... Die?
Raindrops pierced the sea surface like silver needles, and the isolated island below appeared and disappeared in the thunderstorm.
Three teams of rescuers approached the same destination from different directions, and searchlights drew pale beams of light in the rain.
"Target found! Ten o'clock!" Mo Shian heard the pilot's urgent shout in his headset.
He wiped the rain off his face, his jacket rustling in the strong wind.
Through the night vision telescope, the silver-white passenger plane was like a wounded whale, slanting on the edge of the island reef, with blue smoke rising from the broken wing.
Mo Shian immediately took out his satellite phone, "Zheng Zheng, it's a forced landing."
His voice was interrupted by thunder. "The fuselage is intact, and the probability of the passengers surviving is very high."
Before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby reef, and the burst of sparks illuminated his suddenly tense jawline.
Meanwhile, on the east side of the island.
The medical team led by Lu Shiqian was struggling to advance in the heavy rain. The first aid kit clanged on his back and his goggles were covered with water marks.
"The life detector is responding!" the accompanying medical officer excitedly told the captain, "There are at least twenty heat sources in the middle of the cabin!"
On the west cliff, Bo Jinnian's special forces team was sliding down with rappelling ropes.
Black boots crushed the slippery moss, and he growled into his headset, "We found a forced-landing plane, not a crash."
Lightning illuminated his tense muscles. "Prepare demolition tools. The hatch may be deformed."
The cabin was filled with the smell of blood and burning.
When Fu Linghe swung the fire axe for the third time, blood from the wound on his right arm flowed down the axe handle, and the left lapel of his white shirt was soaked with blood.
He staggered, and the blood from the wound on his forehead blurred his eyes again, but his hands never stopped moving.
It's not that he is wise and has a heroic spirit to save people from danger.
But he knew that he couldn't die here, Yun Zheng was still waiting for him!
This is the only belief that supports him!
Three rescue teams arrived near the plane almost at the same time.
When Mo Shi'an's searchlight swept across the twisted hatch, a faint light suddenly appeared from the metal joints, and a fire axe was chopping at the door frame from the inside.
Lu Shiqian's medical team immediately set up the first aid table, and Bo Jinnian's men had already set up the hydraulic breaker.
"Back off!" Bo Jinnian shouted towards the cabin door, his voice louder than the rain.
The entire fuselage vibrated as the steel teeth of the demolition tool bit into the deformed door frame.
Mo Shian suddenly pressed his shoulder. "Wait!" He pointed at the axe shadow that appeared and disappeared in the crack of the door. "Someone is clearing the way inside!"
Inside the cabin, Fu Linghe's eardrums were hurt by the roar of the hydraulic press.
He wiped the blood off his face and shouted behind him, "Everyone retreat to a safe distance!"
Fu Linghe used all his strength to chop down the last axe, and the hatch burst open with the help of the hydraulics and the fire axe.
A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating a dozen unfamiliar faces outside the door, all wearing helmets of various colors.
"Fu Linghe!"
The cry cut through all the noise.
Fu Linghe looked up and saw Yun Zheng jumping out of the Mo family helicopter. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He obviously didn't believe that Yun Zheng would appear here.
He walked down the rescue ladder step by step, his steps as light as if he were stepping on cotton.
The rain washed the blood off his face, leaving faint red marks on his pale skin.
He saw Yun Zheng running towards him, the fluorescent strip of his jacket drawing a meteor-like trail of light in the dark night.
"Zheng Zheng..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, rainwater poured in.
My right leg suddenly lost feeling and the world tilted before my eyes.
When he fell down, he saw Yun Zheng running towards him desperately.
Fu Linghe fell into an embrace filled with the fragrance of rain and jasmine, and Yun Zheng's knees hit the slippery rocks heavily.
Her trembling fingers brushed across the wound on his forehead, and warm blood immediately stained her palm red.
"Doctor! Where is the doctor?!" Yun Zheng's scream tore through the rain.
The zipper of her windbreaker hurt Fu Linghe, and the sound of her rapid heartbeat was heard in his ears.
"I'm fine... don't worry." Fu Linghe's voice was extremely hoarse. He wanted to raise his hand to touch her face, but he had no strength left.
After saying this, he fell into a coma.
"Stretcher! Plasma! Type O blood!" Mo Shi'an directed the scene in an orderly manner, but his eyes were always on Yun Zheng.
"Fu Linghe, just try closing your eyes!" Yun Zheng's voice had a tremor he had never heard before, and even the hand that was touching his face was shaking.
But the only response she got was dead silence!
Yun Zheng's fingertips were still on Fu Linghe's carotid artery, but she could hardly feel the beating there.
Her breathing suddenly stopped, and the whole world seemed to collapse in the rain.
"Fu Linghe... Fu Linghe!" Her voice changed from a roar to a broken whimper, and her fingers tightly grasped his blood-stained collar, fearing that he would disappear from her world if she let go.
Mo Shian rushed over and grabbed her shoulders, "Zheng Zheng! Let the doctor handle it!"
But she couldn't hear.
Everything in front of my eyes began to blur, and only sharp tinnitus remained in my ears.
She saw Lu Shiqian kneeling beside Fu Linghe, with the electric shock device pressed against his pale chest. Every press made his body tremble violently.
She saw Bo Jinnian directing people to bring a stretcher, but she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"Fu Linghe..." She murmured, a sweet taste rising in her throat, "You promised... to come back and marry me."
Before he could finish his words, everything in front of him suddenly went dark.
Her nerves, which had been tense for a long time, completely broke at this moment, and her body fell forward softly.
Mo Shian caught her quickly, but his touch was burning hot.
She had a fever, but she held on until now.
"Zheng Zheng!" Mo Shi'an's voice was rarely filled with panic, and he picked her up sideways.
The couple were both taken to a helicopter and taken to Mo's private hospital.
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Yun Zheng struggled in the chaotic darkness. The roar of the rainstorm and the sound of the cabin being torn apart seemed to still echo in her ears, as well as Fu Linghe's last extremely weak words, "I'm fine... don't worry."
She suddenly opened her eyes, and the dazzling white light made her subconsciously raise her hand to cover it, but she found a needle inserted in the back of her hand, and the cold medicine was slowly flowing into the blood vessels.
The unfamiliar ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, and the ticking sound of instruments.
This is a hospital.
"Fu Linghe!" She sat up suddenly, her vision went dark, and the dizziness almost made her fall down again.
But the fear was stronger than the pain. She pulled the needle off the back of her hand and blood oozed out instantly, but she didn't care.
"Miss Yun! You can't get out of bed yet!" The young nurse stopped her in panic.
Yun Zheng turned a deaf ear and stumbled out barefoot on the cold floor.
Now her mind was filled with the image of Fu Linghe covered in blood, his breathing so weak that it almost disappeared, and his blood staining her palms red...
Is he dead?
This thought pierced her heart like a sharp knife. She trembled all over, pushed away the medical staff in front of her, and ran out like crazy.
"Fu Linghe! Fu Linghe!" Her voice was hoarse and her vision was blurred by tears. People in the corridor looked at her sideways, but no one dared to stop her.
Until she slammed into a solid chest.
"Zheng Zheng!" Mo Shi'an grabbed her shoulders, his brows furrowed. "You're still running a fever. Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
Yun Zheng looked up and grabbed his collar tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin, "Where's Fu Linghe? Where is he?!"
Mo Shian was silent for a moment, then whispered, "In the ICU."
"You lied to me!" Yun Zheng pushed him away violently, her voice trembling and her eyes reddened. "If he's just in the ICU, why didn't anyone dare to tell me?! Has he already..."
She couldn't speak any more. Her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and the suffocating pain swept through her body.
Mo Shian looked at her red eyes and finally sighed, "I didn't lie to you, he really is in the ICU."
"I don't believe it!" Yun Zheng shook her head, tears falling to the ground, "Unless I see him with my own eyes!"
Mo Shian knew he couldn't stop her, so he reached out to support her shaky body, "Okay, I'll take you there."
Mo Shi'an's gaze fell on Yun Zheng's hand. She had pulled out the needle too hastily, and the needle hole was still bleeding. Bright red blood beads slid down her slender fingertips, leaving glaring marks on the white hospital floor.
He frowned and quickly pulled out a dark handkerchief from his suit pocket. Without saying anything, he grabbed her wrist and pressed the handkerchief tightly against her wound.
"Don't move." His voice was low and firm, leaving no room for rejection.
Yun Zheng seemed to feel no pain. She just stared at him intently and said in a hoarse voice, "Take me to see him."
Mo Shian knew he couldn't stop her, so he could only compromise.
He held her bleeding hand with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and led her towards the ICU.
In the corridor, medical staff all looked sideways.
Yun Zheng was barefoot, her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale to the point of being transparent, and only her eyes were red, as if she would collapse at any moment.
The blood on her hands was still slowly soaking through Mo Shian's handkerchief, dripping onto the ground, leaving shocking traces along the way.
Finally, they stopped in front of the glass window of the ICU. Lu Shiqian and Bo Jinnian were there. Jiang Chenyu had arrived at some point and was also guarding the door of the ICU.
When they saw Yun Zheng, the three of them stood up at the same time.
Through the thick glass, Yun Zheng saw Fu Linghe lying on the hospital bed.
He closed his eyes quietly, his body was full of tubes, and the lines on the electrocardiogram monitor were beating weakly but steadily.
It’s great that he is still alive!
Yun Zheng's legs went limp and she almost fell down. Mo Shian quickly tightened his arms to support her body.
"What did the doctor say?" Yun Zheng forced herself to stay calm, but looking at Fu Linghe like this, she couldn't stay calm at all.
"He is seriously injured and has not yet passed the critical period. The doctor said that he will be fine as long as he can get through tonight." Mo Shian supported her steadily and answered truthfully.
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