“Song Yunzheng, my intuition tells me that you will get your comeuppance sooner or later.”
“Son, there is cause and effect in this world. Everything we do, whether good or bad, will be rewarded at the right time.”
"Song Yunzheng! You'll get your comeuppance!"
He stood there in the corridor, hunched over, motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet. The sounds around him faded into the distance, and the whole world seemed to be spinning.
Tang Shiting had never seen Song Yunzheng like this before; the despair and helplessness in his eyes were heartbreaking to see.
He stared intently at the door, standing there quietly, his limbs stiff, his blood seemingly congealing.
The door to the intensive care unit opened, and the doctor came out. Tang Shiting quickly stepped forward. "Doctor, how is she?"
"The situation is not optimistic. The patient suffered from ischemic hypoxic encephalopathy caused by cardiac and respiratory arrest. Although the patient has been resuscitated, he is likely to remain in a coma. The loss of consciousness caused by cerebral hypoxia is very difficult to recover from. The family should be prepared."
Tang Shiting's heart tightened, and he turned his head to look at Song Yunzheng beside him. He saw that Song Yunzheng had staggered, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were lifeless.
"Hello, is this what you left on the beach?" A man who had participated in the rescue came over and handed a small bag to Rong Youze.
"It's ours, thank you."
After Rong Youze took the small bag, he turned around and handed it to Song Yunzheng. "This is her camera. It contains photos of the scenery along the way these past few days. She said she wanted to take it back for you to see."
Song Yunzheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being stabbed with a knife. He pressed his chest, the pain so intense that he couldn't straighten up, and he clearly felt the process of dying.
Tang Shiting took the camera and gestured to him with his eyes to stop talking.
The next instant, the man, clutching his chest and trembling all over, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood...
"Yun Zheng!"
"elder brother!"
The crowd gasped and rushed to support him, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor!"
Tang Shiting tried to help him into the ward, but he pulled his arm away, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clutched his chest, stood up unsteadily, and slowly walked out step by step.
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