The clock of fate has turned to today; what will tomorrow hold?
On the cold, snowy night, there was no gentle coaxing, no warm embrace, but rather a cold hand mercilessly gripping his heart.
I was trembling with pain and could hardly breathe.
He wandered aimlessly, pausing repeatedly as an immense sense of fear and unease enveloped him. Ahead, the once-cold hell seemed to be clearly visible.
His face grew paler and paler, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
With a trembling hand, he drew a period.
He trembled slightly as he folded a few sheets of white paper in half and stuffed them into his pocket.
His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. He slowly rose, supporting himself on the table, his breathing heavy.
His breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.
Her body swayed, and she fell uncontrollably towards the edge of the table. Her thin body crashed onto the table, taking the vase on it with her with her and smashing it to the ground with a crash.
A sharp, piercing sound exploded in his ears, causing him to furrow his brows instantly. He reached up to cover his head in unbearable pain, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.
The door was kicked open with a bang, and Lu Zhufeng saw him lying in the shards of glass, blood gushing from his mouth.
He paused for a moment, then practically scrambled to his feet and scooped up Xiao Wujie, who had fallen to the ground.
He laid him flat on the bed, took out his phone to call Lin Qingyi, but after half a minute, only a cold, mechanical voice came through—"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
Lin Qingyi was called away by Gu Junci to rescue her younger brother...
In just half a minute, Xiao Wujie was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
Blood was still oozing from his mouth, his neck was turned to the side, his head was hanging over the edge of the bed, and blood was dripping down the edge of the bed.
"Get... medicine, painkillers..."
Ordinary doctors are completely helpless with his condition, and in this situation, they can only hope that the medicine and painkillers will work and he can just tough it out.
In a panic, Lu Zhufeng frantically rummaged through his pockets for medicine, trembling as he fed it to him. He then pulled out painkillers from the first-aid kit by the bed.
Chu Liyue kept these things within easy reach wherever she went, just in order to deal with such emergencies.
However, for patients like Xiao Wujie, even if something is placed next to him when he has an attack, he doesn't have the strength to pick it up.
Lu Zhufeng knew how to inject painkillers, but he wasn't a medical professional, so his technique was naturally rough. The moment the needle entered the skin, Xiao Wujie's eyes suddenly reddened.
He struggled to lift his eyelids, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked out the door.
Sister, are you still there?
I'm sick again.
It hurts so much, it's so painful, why don't you feel sorry for me anymore...
Without you, I can't take it anymore...
There was only heavy darkness outside the door.
On that cold, snowy night, he could only huddle up, constantly being pulled into a deeper and more painful vortex, as the icy darkness enveloped and devoured him.
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