Chapter 82 Chapter 82: Roses are like the whispers of lovers...
Second Hospital.
Emergency room.
The pale light in the corridor shone on the cold floor, reflecting Jin Er's pale and panicked face.
He sat there in a daze, his hands hanging limply on his knees, his fingertips trembling slightly, his eyes empty, as if his soul had been taken away along with Amiya when he was pushed into the emergency room, leaving only a shell standing there.
When Amiya was pushed into the emergency room, the wound on her leg suddenly started bleeding profusely and she went into shock. Blood dripped down the edge onto the floor, all the way.
Bottles of hemostatic agents were delivered one after another, but it seemed like a drop in the bucket.
Xirui was sitting next to Jin'er in his hospital gown - he hadn't even been discharged from the hospital yet when he received the news that the Second Prince was seriously injured. His heart skipped a beat and he hurried over.
Xirui turned to look at Jiner.
In the past, Jin Er was always the leader who was in control and composed. However, at this moment, he was like a collapsed statue, and all his composure and grace were gone.
The suit couldn't hide Jin Er's embarrassment and dejection.
The male insect's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dull, and he stared silently at the closed door of the emergency room, as if all his hope and despair were hidden behind that door.
——Jin Er is afraid.
Even Mr. Jin, who seems to be omnipotent, is afraid - outside the emergency room, in the face of death, all lives are equal.
Jin'er's fingers pinched his palm unconsciously, his fingertips dug deep into his skin, leaving white marks, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He sat there, like a body without a soul, waiting for fate's verdict on life or death.
Outside the emergency room, Naki came in and left in a hurry. Xirui stayed with Jiner all the time. He didn't say anything, just stayed there.
No matter how eloquent Xirui is, Jin'er probably won't listen to what he says at this time.
As for Hugo, he was completely unable to spare any time. The collapse of Earl Reynard's Palace was enough to keep him busy for a while.
People often realize the value of something only when they are about to lose it.
The door of the emergency room was closed tightly, and the cold metal door panel shone with a cold luster under the pale light.
The pungent smell of disinfectant is mixed with a faint sweet scent, like the last fragrance emitted by a withered flower before it dies.
The smell seeped out from the crack in the door bit by bit, faint but not to be ignored.
That was Amiya's pheromone - the scent of roses, which had once been rich and warm, like roses blooming in a garden in midsummer. However, at this moment, the scent had become withered.
Every thread.
It shows that Amiya is still alive.
It was like a thin red thread that would break at the slightest pull, tightly tied around Jin'er's heart.
The increasingly thin rose-scented pheromones were slowly draining away the oxygen around Jin Er, making him feel extremely suffocated.
He closed his eyes and pictured Amiya in his mind.
When Amiya smiled, the corners of her eyes curved slightly, like a vixen who had stolen something fishy.
When Amiya leaned on his shoulder, the warm rose-scented pheromones always made Jiner feel strange emotions.
However, at this moment, the smell was like a blunt knife, cutting his heart bit by bit, bringing endless pain.
S-level male insects are very sensitive to pheromones, and Jiner and Amiya have already made the deepest connection.
Therefore, Jin Er only hated that he felt it too clearly.
Amiya's pheromones are gradually fading and disappearing.
The male insect raised his eyes and stared at the tightly closed door, as if he wanted to see the scene inside through the door panel.
However, all that came out from the crack in the door was the fading rose-scented pheromone, as if Amiya's life was slipping away bit by bit and could not be recovered.
When in the ambulance, Jin'er thought Amiya would tell Jin'er not to forget him.
After all, Amiya is like a child who has never had candy. Once she has a piece of sweetness in her hand, she will never share it and will never let it go.
However, Amiya insisted that Jin'er should forget about him.
This sentence hit Jin Er's heart like a heavy hammer.
Over the past year, he watched Amiya fall in love with him, and also watched Amiya enter into their marriage.
Jin Er never doubted whether this was right or wrong.
But at this moment, in front of the emergency room, when the rose-scented pheromones were rapidly fading.
Jin Er suddenly thought:
If Amiya had not fallen in love with him,
If they had never married,
If the butterfly of fate had flapped its wings, would Amiya not be lying in the emergency room right now?
Regret and pain always come at the same time. At this moment, the male insect's mind became very confused.
Some things he had never thought about before, some words he had never doubted before, now grew in his mind like uncontrollable weeds.
Jin Er has always been a successful person in every sense of the word. He has hardly ever tasted failure or loss.
But it was at this time that he felt the pain of loss for the first time.
Violent pain, extreme bitterness.
And at this moment.
At that moment.
The rose-scented pheromones in the air suddenly stopped.
It was like a taut string that suddenly broke in silence, and all breath came to an abrupt halt.
The faint but still lingering fragrance of decay seemed to be suddenly extinguished by an invisible hand and completely dissipated in the cold air.
Bang, bang, bang.
Jin Er could only hear his own heartbeat.
The corridor outside the emergency room fell into an eerie silence, and even time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Jin Er suddenly froze.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge void suddenly welled up in his heart.
His eyes were fixed on the closed door, as if he saw——
Behind that hateful door, the humming of the instrument stopped abruptly, replaced by a harsh, monotonous long tone.
Like some kind of ruthless declaration,
It was cold and sharp, piercing Jin'er's eardrums.
On the electrocardiogram screen, the originally undulating green ripples have now turned into a straight line.
The door of the emergency room was still closed, but the shrill, long sound came through the crack.
Like a bird with broken wings crying silently in a pool of blood.
Amiya's pheromones completely disappeared and cut off, like a sharp knife, piercing and throbbing.
The thin and tight red line just broke.
"Brother Jin?"
Xirui was confused.
He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, which made his expression look a little dull.
Of course, Xirui didn't have Jin'er's keen perception of Amiya's pheromones. He didn't feel anything, but he suddenly stood up when he saw Jin'er.
Xirui subconsciously followed Jin Er and stood up: "Brother Jin, what's wrong?"
Jin Er's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and scarlet bloodshot covered his originally deep and calm eyes.
His lips trembled slightly and he murmured something in a low voice. His voice was hoarse and broken, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
"Amiya..."
Xirui stood beside him, but couldn't hear what he was saying at all. He only felt a heart-pounding despair in his voice.
The next second, Jin Er suddenly rushed towards the door of the emergency room like a wild beast out of control.
His steps staggered, but with a sense of desperation, as if he was going to throw all reason and restraint behind.
Xirui was startled by Jin'er's sudden action and reacted almost instinctively.
"Brother Jin! You can't go in now!"
But Jin'er simply wouldn't listen. Xirui had no choice but to run forward quickly, grab Jin'er's arm, twist it hard, and pin his arm behind his back.
Jin'er's body suddenly stiffened, but he was still struggling, roaring like a trapped beast, trying to break free from the restraints.
"Brother Jin! Calm down! It's really not a good idea to go in now. The doctors are still doing first aid!"
Xirui growled, his voice filled with anxiety.
He pushed Jin Er to the ground with force and pressed his knee against Jin Er's back, trying to suppress his sudden attack.
Jin'er, who was restrained by Xirui, struggled desperately - he could no longer hear anything - his chest pressed to the ground heaved violently, his breathing was rapid and disordered, his face pressed to the floor, the veins on his forehead bulged, and silent tears mixed with sweat slid down his cheeks.
"Let me go...let me go!"
Jin'er's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless pain and despair.
His fingers dug into Xirui's arm tightly, his nails digging into the flesh, and his fingertips turned white due to the force, as if he wanted to grab something but couldn't grab anything.
Xirui held him down tightly, not caring that his arm was bleeding from being scratched by Jin'er, and he did not dare to relax at all.
He could feel Jin'er's body trembling, not because of pain, but because of a despair that penetrated deep into his bones.
This cousin, who had never appeared in a miserable state in front of others, was almost like a wild beast at this moment.
Crazy, angry, and violent.
Xirui couldn't catch him, so he could only hold him down in this way.
Jin Er clenched his teeth tightly, his chest heaving violently, his breathing became rapid and disordered, as if every breath brought endless pain.
The only thing left in the air was the pungent smell of disinfectant, cold and unfamiliar.
The rose scent that once made him feel at ease is gone.
At that moment, the endless pain deep in the male insect's heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, suddenly destroying all self-control.
The deep and excruciating pain, the tearing from the depths of his soul, made Jin Er unable to remain calm any longer - he could not accept it, and even admitting it was painful for him.
The next second, Xirui widened his eyes and looked at Jiner.
Jin'er's pheromones were completely out of control—
The air was instantly filled with an extremely rich scent of cedar, which spread wildly the moment Jin Er lost control, mixed with an unquestionable strong aggressiveness.
It swept across like a violent storm, almost swallowing up everything around it, bringing with it an oppressive feeling of suffocation.
Xirui was angry and anxious, suppressing Jin Er and roaring in a low voice:
"Are you fucking crazy!? If you keep losing control like this, your glands will be gone! You're going crazy even though the person isn't dead!"
At this moment,
Obviously,
Jin Er could not hear any sound, only the rapid heartbeat and the roar of rushing blood in his ears.
His mind was as tense as a bowstring about to break.
He stared at the emergency room in front of him, his pupils constricted, his eyes revealed an almost crazy stubbornness, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
His entire state now was just like a wild beast trapped in a cage, with anger, helplessness, and despair intertwined, but he could not find a way out.
The air around them seemed to be solidified by Jin'er's pheromones, so heavy that Xirui felt suffocated.
Xirui and Jin'er are of similar levels, so at least he won't be suppressed by pheromones because of Jin'er's madness.
Seeing that Jin Er's situation was really bad, Xirui cursed in his heart. He held Jin Er tightly and shouted:
"Where's the doctor! A doctor! Give my brother a sedative! Hurry up!!!"
"Go get the doctor! Go get the tranquilizer!"
"Shit! I can't hold him down anymore! What are you just standing there for? Hurry up and get the tranquilizer!"
The corridor suddenly fell into chaos, with hurried footsteps coming one after another, as if someone was running back and forth in the narrow space.
After waiting for a while, a doctor finally came trotting over with a sedative.
While Xirui was trying hard to hold Jin'er down, he took the sedative, looked at the label, then looked at the dosage, and then pointed the needle at his back shoulder without hesitation.
He apologized in a low voice: "Brother, I'm really sorry, you should calm down first."
To be honest, Xirui really didn't want to use sedatives like this.
But if Jin'er is allowed to go crazy like this, his glands will definitely suffer irreversible and irreparable damage.
The moment the needle enters the skin,
With a slight pain, the cold sedative had a strong effect and immediately began to take effect.
Jin'er's body trembled violently, his eyes began to blur, the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes were still clearly visible, but that crazy stubbornness seemed to be slowly drawn away by an invisible force.
final,
Jin'er's consciousness gradually became blurred.
Eventually fell into endless darkness.
In this deep and distant darkness, Jin'er saw the beautiful roses - those were the large patches of bright red roses blooming in the summer manor.
More vivid and beautiful than blood,
More beautiful than the most beautiful ruby in the world,
Just like, the color of Amiya's eyes.
Roses are as fiery as flames and as alluring as the most mellow red wine.
The friction between the petals makes a soft sound, as gentle as the whispers and responses of lovers.
Full of affection.
The bright wine red color looks particularly dazzling in the darkness.
——
at the same time.
In the emergency room,
The air was so heavy that you could almost squeeze water out of it.
The pale light shone on Amiya's pale face. His eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He was as quiet as a cold sculpture.
——His chest did not rise or fall.
Only the cold electrocardiograph machine beside him made a monotonous and harsh "beep" sound.
There was a straight line on the screen, as if announcing the end of a play.
The doctors around were wearing masks, their eyes filled with helplessness and heaviness.
They exchanged a look, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
The person lying on the operating table is the Second Prince of the Empire.
If anything happened to the Second Prince, they would probably be in trouble.
But life and death are always the fairest things in this world.
After all, the Grim Reaper's scythe will never show mercy because of any power, status or wealth.
The Second Prince's injuries were extremely serious. Both of his legs below the knees were comminuted fractures and bleeding would not stop. Several bottles of hemostatic agents were used. Moreover, the most serious injury was the penetrating wound on his chest - the steel bar had directly penetrated his chest cavity.
Moreover, after being rescued from the collapse, the Second Prince suffered many crush injuries on his body and some of his internal organs were ruptured.
The difficulty of the operation is self-evident, and the current situation is horrific.
There was dead silence.
As quiet as death.
Someone sighed softly and slowly put down the instrument in his hand, as if he had accepted this irreversible result.
However, in this eerie silence.
A sharp cedar-scented pheromone quietly drifted in from the crack of the emergency room door.
The isolation effect of the emergency room is very good, so even the pheromone of the S-level male insect can only squeeze in a little.
——But this little bit is enough.
Almost at the same moment, the originally straight electrocardiogram suddenly jumped, and then, after a while, it jumped again.
The lines on the screen began to fluctuate slightly.
Amiya's body still lay quietly on the operating table, her pale face looking particularly fragile under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, as if it would break at the slightest touch.
His chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
But that slight sign of life suddenly changed the atmosphere in the emergency room.
The doctors' eyes widened, and the solemnity on their faces was instantly replaced by surprise.
They acted quickly, their instruments busy again, and the atmosphere in the emergency room suddenly changed from despair to tension and hope.
"Quick! Continue CPR! Give oxygen! Keep giving oxygen!"
Someone shouted loudly, with excitement that was hard to conceal in his voice.
The group of doctors in the emergency room is a gathering of talents, all of them are top experts in their respective fields. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up on the patient - not to mention that this is the Second Prince of the Empire.
With the doctor's full efforts, the originally dead straight line on Amiya's electrocardiogram screen finally began to fluctuate regularly.
The doctors' movements were still quick and precise, but there was less panic in their eyes. Some were whispering instructions, and although their tone was hurried, it was spoken with a highly professional composure.
The "beeping" sound from the instrument was no longer harsh, and became extremely regular as Amiya's heartbeat gradually stabilized.
On the operating table,
Although Amiya's face was still pale, the deathly grayness had quietly faded away, replaced by a faint hint of blood color.
His chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, weak but steady.
The lingering cedar-scented pheromones permeated the air, like an invisible guardian, silently supporting his life.
The doctors finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, a tired but relieved smile on their faces.
——What a close call,
——Finally rescued.
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