Chapter 704 Letting you kill me is my revenge on you
"Shen Qing, I beg you not to abandon me. I have nothing left, and you are the only one left..."
He has no relatives, no friends, no grandfather, his surname is Lu, not Li, he only has a Shen Qing.
"Shen Qing, I was wrong, please don't die, please don't die..."
He didn't dare to move Shen Qing, fearing that moving her body would cause her to bleed more. Lu Tingchuan searched his trouser pocket with shaking hands, and his cell phone slipped out and fell to the ground. He picked it up and pressed the emergency number. He tried to calm himself down, but no matter how calm he tried, his voice was trembling and his mind was in a mess.
"Come quickly, quickly... Shen Qing is dying, please come and save her..." This was the first time Lu Tingchuan had asked someone for help in all these years.
His voice was filled with tears, and tears fell tremblingly, blurring his vision.
Under the dim street light, Shen Qing's face was pale, and it was impossible to see where he was injured. It also seemed that his whole body was covered with wounds. Blood kept flowing out of his broken body, and the air around him was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Suddenly, Lu Tingchuan seemed to be back to that night more than 20 years ago. In the four-square-meter bathroom, his mother was lying in the bathtub, blood dyed the water red and spread out. Despair turned into a huge dark cloud covering the sky, as if it would collapse at any time.
"Shen Qing, what do you want from me? What do you need to do to survive?"
Shen Qing opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. She was already hallucinating. She could hear Lu Tingchuan's voice but couldn't see him. At this moment, she was already at the end of her strength. With her last breath, she spoke intermittently: "Lu Tingchuan... Letting you kill me is my revenge on you... I will punish you by making you live to be a hundred years old..."
She wanted Lu Tingchuan to live well and live longer than anyone else.
At this time, she no longer hated Lu Tingchuan. When a person is about to die, everything will disappear, including hatred and unwillingness.
Shen Qing really has nothing to be nostalgic about in this world. She has no parents and no brother. Her father is an indifferent bystander, her mother treats her as a tool to make money, her brother hires people to bully her, her lover is dead, and her child is gone.
Lu Tingchuan, it’s not that she doesn’t hate him, but the hatred seems too insignificant in the face of death.
Rather than hating him, she blamed this unfair world. Why did God want her to appear in this world? Why did God want her to exist but her existence was worthless and useless?
Tears of blood rolled down from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground: If time could go back, I wish I no longer existed in the world, I hope there is no such person as Shen Qing, I hope someone can live on in place of a person named Shen Qing.
But in this life, her life was too short, so short that it could be summarized by one person, and that person was Lu Tingchuan.
It started with him and ended with him.
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When Shen Qing was sent to the ICU, Lu Tingchuan leaned against the wall outside the operating room door. As the red "In Surgery" light opposite came on, he slid down uncontrollably.
The arrogant Lu Tingchuan was kneeling on the ground at this time, his body covered in blood, both Shen Qing's and his own.
There was a deep tooth mark on the back of his hand. He had bitten off a piece of flesh and blood, and the wound was still bleeding.
He knelt on the ground, emitting a cold chill from his whole body. Lu Tingchuan lowered his head and looked at the ground, his body motionless as if frozen. The black shirt he was wearing was stained with blood and turned into a dark red patch. As time passed, it was dried by the wind and stood hard against his chest.
Until now, Lu Tingchuan felt that he was in an unreal illusion. Every picture in his mind was the last words Shen Qing said to him as she fell in a pool of blood.
——"Lu Tingchuan... letting you kill me is my revenge... I'm punishing you by making you live a hundred years..."
Lu Tingchuan suddenly grabbed his hair tightly, trying to use the sharp pain to dispel this nightmare-like illusion.
He knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, and punched the ground again and again, using this self-harming method to punish himself. In the end, the security guard came over and stopped him.
"Sir, don't be like this. This is a hospital... I know you're worried about what's going on inside, but it's useless to worry like this. You'll only hurt yourself. Calm down."
"I can't calm down..." He couldn't forget Shen Qing's figure rushing towards the car, couldn't forget the moment Shen Qing was hit, and couldn't forget Shen Qing's last smile of relief and despair.
Why did it turn out like this?
How did it become like this?
Why not give him a chance to mend his ways? Why punish him in such a cruel way?
The operating room door was pushed open, and Lu Tingchuan suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricted. He looked at a male doctor walking out from inside. He was holding a list and a pen in his hand and ran quickly to Lu Tingchuan.
"Mr. Lu, the patient is in critical condition. Surgery is unlikely to save him. Please be mentally prepared. This is a critical illness notice. Please sign it."
My already uneasy heart suddenly sank at this moment, like a buoy floating in the waves that was instantly shattered by a huge wave.
Lu Tingchuan looked at the critical illness notice handed to him. He stared at the large characters on it, his head dizzy. He took it with trembling hands, put the form on the ground, took the pen with his right hand, and clenched it again and again, but his hand still shook uncontrollably.
He looked at the name "Shen Qing" on the list. How did it appear here?
His heart was pressed into ice, very cold, freezing to the bone, flowing through his bloodstream, causing sharp pains all over his body, his scalp numb, tears hanging on his eyelashes, and with each trembling breath, the tears fell onto the sheet, making it wet.
He breathed deeply, lying on the ground with his whole body, holding the pen and tremblingly writing the three words "Lu Tingchuan".
He writes his name every day on various documents, and he signs contracts and billion-dollar projects without blinking an eye.
Never... never like today, signing these three words feels like throwing away half my life.
"Save her... please... save her."
After seeing him sign, the doctor squatted down and took it away.
Lu Tingchuan was still kneeling on the ground, but he didn't pound his fists on the ground to hurt himself like he did before. He was as quiet as an ice sculpture, his eyes bloodshot.
Everything seems so insignificant in the face of death. Lu Tingchuan looked up at the window at the end of the corridor. If Shen Qing couldn't survive, he would jump from here.
The operation lasted eight hours, and Lu Tingchuan knelt on the ground for eight hours, his knees were broken. The operating room was opened twenty times that night, going in and out, and each time, it was like a heavy hammer falling on Lu Tingchuan's heart.
No one had ever seen such a cowardly Lu Tingchuan. Everyone had the impression that he was cruel, ruthless, insidious, and arrogant. They had never seen Lu Tingchuan kneeling on the ground like this, and he knelt for a whole night, and no one could persuade him.
No one knew how scared Lu Tingchuan was at the moment. He was afraid that a corpse would be pushed out of the operating room.
When he thought of this, Lu Tingchuan's dark brown eyes looked like those of an old man, full of desolation and lifelessness.
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