Chapter 136 I don’t care about any fixed number!
The corridor of the military hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant and medicine, and it was as cold as ice.
Shen Qingze couldn't remember how many times he had entered here.
Shen Qing walked forward in the direction the nurse had directed him to. His shoes made an empty sound as they stepped on the terrazzo floor.
Every step felt like walking on cotton, so empty and flimsy that it made people uneasy.
Most of the ward doors on both sides of the corridor were closed.
Occasionally, there were a few suppressed coughs, which made the silence even more terrifying.
He stopped at the door of the ward marked "307", his fingertips hovering over the door handle, but he didn't let go.
The door was very thin, and I could clearly hear the extremely suppressed sobbing coming from inside, like a blunt knife cutting into one's heart.
Shen Qing took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.
The ward had half of its curtains drawn, and the light was dim.
The bed by the window was neatly covered with a piece of white cloth.
It outlines a familiar human figure, so quiet that there is not a single ups and downs.
Fang Changling sat on a chair beside the bed, his back hunched like a mountain.
With both hands tightly grasping a corner of the white cloth, his knuckles turned white from the force, and a "wuwu" sound came from his throat.
The voice was so hoarse that it sounded like it was squeezed out of a rusty iron pipe, and it made people feel nervous.
Lai Yun stood behind him, one hand gently placed on Fang Changling's shoulder, stroking his back from time to time.
Her eyes were red, and her face was filled with fatigue that could not be concealed.
When he saw Shen Qingze come in, he just nodded slightly and moved his lips, but no sound came out.
Shen Qing walked slowly into the ward, his footsteps so light as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.
He stood a few steps away from the bed, his eyes fixed on the white cloth.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
This was the first time he felt so clearly what it felt like to lose someone you cared about.
It's not a heart-wrenching pain, but a heavy, dull pain that makes people unable to move.
It permeates every part of my body, and even my breath tastes bitter.
No wonder they couldn't accept it.
Who can bear such a loss?
"Advisor Shen."
Lai Yun was the first to break the silence, his voice low and hoarse,
Shen Qing nodded and turned his gaze to Fang Changling.
With a soft cry,
"Captain Fang."
Fang Changling seemed not to hear, still lowering his head, repeating in his mouth,
"Qihao... Qihao..."
After a long while, he slowly raised his head.
Shen Qingze finally saw his appearance clearly - but overnight, he seemed to have aged ten years.
Most of his hair was gray, his eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot, and his eyes were dull as if covered with a layer of dust.
There is no trace of his usual capable appearance.
Seeing Shen Qingze, Fang Changling was stunned for a moment, then he slowly raised his hand to wipe his face.
The fingertips rubbed across the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, leaving a wet mark.
He opened his mouth and spoke in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper.
"Qing Ze... Tell me... How should I tell my sister..."
There was a strong sense of despair in his voice.
"She loves Qihao so much... She won't believe it... She definitely won't be able to accept it..."
Shen Qingze looked at him getting more and more lost, and felt as if something was blocking his heart.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting.
But I found that any language seemed pale and powerless in the face of such sadness.
"Captain Fang, I'm sorry."
In the end, he could only utter such a dry sentence.
After comforting Fang Changling and Lai Yun, Shen Qingze turned around and left the ward.
Walking downstairs of the hospital, the sun was glaring, but he felt cold all over.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, with only one thought in his mind:
No, we can't just let this go!
He turned around and walked quickly to the gate, then quickly took a Didi to go home.
He wanted to go home and ask Jesus.
There must be a way. Yeluvis is a ghost from the underworld.
He must have a way!
There must be a way to get Xiao Qihao back, there must be!
The car drove out of the hospital gate and merged into the traffic.
Shen Qing clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white, but a faint and determined light ignited in his eyes.
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The sound of the key turning in the entrance hall was somewhat hurried.
When Shen Qing pushed open the door, a gust of cool breeze from outside came in.
There was no light on in the living room. Only the moonlight coming in through the French windows outlined the silhouette of Yelouvis sitting on the sofa.
He was playing with a purple-gold soul crystal between his fingers.
That was the last bit of energy left from the ghost slave's body, glowing faintly under the moonlight.
Hearing the noise, Yeluvis looked up, and the blue flame in his right eye flickered slightly.
When he stood up, his black robe made a rustling sound on the floor.
Without waiting for Shen Qingze to change his shoes, he reached out and pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head.
"How are you doing outside today?"
Shen Qingze's forehead rested against his warm clavicle, and the familiar smell of sulfur lingered around his nose.
The tense nerves relaxed slightly, but were tightened again by the obsession in my heart.
He shook his head in silence, the sound coming out muffled from his chest.
"Yeluvis, really... is there no other way?"
Yeluvis tightened his arms and sighed in his hair.
"Qing Ze, life and death are determined by fate, and they must be reversed by force..."
"I don't care about any fixed number!"
Shen Qing pushed him away violently, with long-suppressed emotions surging in his eyes.
The moonlight shone on his face, and the red corners of his eyes could be seen.
"I must save this person! Do you know how many times Xiao Qihao has saved me?"
His voice became lower and lower, with a barely perceptible sob.
"This is not just a simple life, it's a favor! It's a favor between him and Fang Changling!"
"I don't believe that this is his fate - to die at the hands of his own people in order to save others, without even having time to say goodbye!"
Yeluweisi looked at his red eyes and was about to say something else.
"Qing Ze..."
But Shen Qingze knelt down with a thump!
"Qing Ze!"
Yeluweisi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he reached out to help, but Shen Qingze dodged.
Shen Qing knelt on the cold floor, looking up at him.
The moonlight cast mottled shadows on his pale face.
"I know you are cruel. The ghosts and gods in the underworld never care about the life and death of mortals."
His voice was trembling, but very firm.
"But I beg you, Yeluvis, just this once, give him a chance."
"Owner!"
The little ghost suddenly came out from under the sofa, and his small figure swayed back and forth between the two of them.
He grabbed Shen Qingze's sleeve and tried to pull him up.
Then he looked up at Yeluvis, his eyes like black grapes full of panic.
"Don't quarrel... Don't quarrel..."
Yeluweisi's fingertips were suspended in the air, looking at Shen Qingze who was kneeling on the ground——
His lover is always soft-hearted, aloof, and always meddles in other people's affairs.
He is a mortal after all, and he has all the emotions and desires that a mortal should have...
The moonlight shone in from the French windows, stretching Shen Qingze's shadow very long.
Overlapping with his own shadow, it looked like a heavy painting.
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