Chapter 74: Sleeping Forever
Song Li was sent to the hospital covered in blood. The way she came, from the moment she got off the car at the main gate, the dripping blood continued to the door of the emergency room until she was put on the bed and pushed in.
Tears were on He Qian's face, his body and hands were stained with blood, his pupils had lost the ability to focus, but he was still staring at the light at the door.
Yang Xiao parked the car and came over. He saw He Qian's tall figure from a distance. The white shirt he was wearing was soaked with blood, especially on his chest and abdomen, which was shocking!
The sharpness of decisiveness in the business world, the brilliance of turning stones into gold, all the high spirits, have all disappeared at this moment!
Ling Puyan received a call late at night saying that Song Li was sent to the hospital, so he rushed over immediately. He received a photo on the way. He Qian ran out of Ciyun Pavilion holding the bleeding Song Li!
He was so lost and helpless at the time... It could be said that this was the first time he felt so vulnerable! He had seen too much blood and gore and had never felt the slightest fear, but now, just a bloodstain in a photo made him terrified.
Song Li was in the emergency room for an hour, and the dean and two department heads rushed into the emergency room.
Two hours later, the doctors came out one after another and shook their heads at them...
Everyone knows what this shake of the head means.
Ling Puyan has tried his best to delay He Qian's schedule in the United States in order to give Song Li enough time to think about the issue of the child, but he did not expect this result!
He clearly knew that He Qian would be back today, so why didn't he stop He Qian and talk to him first, but instead let Song Li face He Qian alone! He shouldn't have hesitated!
Seeing that He Qian could no longer stand and was stumbling back a few times, Yang Xiao hurried over to support his body.
He Qian couldn't even hold the phone steadily. He pressed the number between his fingers and pressed the wrong number several times. His vision was blurred by tears, the screen was blurred by blood, and his voice was trembling: "Dad, Dad, please save Song Li, please save her! Please come and save her..."
He was as distraught as a child who had made a mistake and urgently needed to grab the most secure adult and seek shelter.
This man, who was born with a rebellious nature towards his father, has never bowed his head at home since he was a child. But today he trembled and asked his father for help, crying his heart out!
Song Li destroyed the city called Heqian.
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when He Jitong took a private plane directly to the hospital rooftop. At this moment, Song Li was sent to the ICU and was dying.
At this time, Xu Hemin also came with the military district's medical team and was talking to Ling Puyan.
The director of Yuancheng Hospital and the directors and experts of various departments who were urgently recalled were also talking in private.
A long corridor was crowded with people, filled with authoritative masters.
As Xu Hemin's men came out, there was another round of shaking of heads. Ling Puyan's heart felt like it was twisted into a hemp rope, and all his energy was drained out of him in an instant. He had to hold on to the wall with his hands to barely prevent himself from falling down.
He Qian did not get hysterical. He stood there expressionless and speechless, trying his best to restrain himself, with only dejection in his eyes.
The woman, with tubes inserted into her body, was pregnant with their child. He had just learned of this joy. There was still a long way to go, and he couldn't give up. He had to take care of her and the child for the rest of their lives!
After He Jitong came out, he stood in front of He Qian with a serious expression and said nothing.
What kind of God's will or miracle is this? He Jitong and Xu Hemin are already here, and so many doctors have checked Song Li's condition over and over again. How could he still be alive?
He Qian's muscles finally began to tremble uncontrollably. The grief and despair flowed through his body along with his blood. He twitched slightly and almost vomited...
Why is this happening?! They are only one step away, just one step away! The three of them are only one step away from happiness!
Yang Xiao was the closest, and the cold air he exuded was too strong. One could clearly see his face turning blue and white, especially the large piece of dried blood in front of him, which turned black, making people feel scary and weird.
Ling Puyan suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and even taking a breath seemed very difficult. She called the people around her and asked them to go to Song Li's house to pick up her mother. She also specifically asked them to find someone to help look after her sister.
Afterwards, the group decided to give up treatment and Song Li was sent to the VIP ward.
He Qian tried to stop her, "No, you can't give up! Song Li can't die, she can't die! She has a child in her belly, two lives at stake!"
He Shuxing also arrived late at night, bringing only Chen An with him. Together with Yang Xiao, the three of them held He Qian up. They could restrain his brute force, but they couldn't suppress his grief...
Fan Wuju came to the hospital tremblingly and entered Song Li's ward. Seeing her daughter lying there lifeless, she was completely motionless!
Once again, she seemed to have fallen into the bottom of a deep well, thrashing and struggling for help. Her inner cries and roars were met with only the echo of her own voice!
Last time, it was my husband, this time, it was my daughter.
As if she had waited for the person closest to her, Song Li could no longer bear it. At 11:56 pm, the beating lines of her life stopped at this moment.
Today is her 30th birthday, the last day of September 2022. She died in the year when He Qian loved her the most.
Song Li lived for a full thirty years, and almost half of that time was spent struggling in pain. At her most brilliant age, she was shrouded in He Qian's clutches and never saw the light of day. Such a beautiful girl did not have a good end and left this tragic world with her child.
He Qian couldn't recover, clutching his chest. His ears felt like they were silenced. He felt the air in his nose disappear. He spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed to the ground...
In fact, he knew in his heart that Song Li was not his enemy at all, but his panacea.
For the past thirteen years, whenever he was tired or frustrated, he would feel at ease and full of energy as long as he saw her.
But now, the good medicine has disappeared and he will never get better.
When He Qian opened his eyes again, it was already a sunny day.
Song Li was sent to the morgue, wrapped in white cloth, covered tightly from head to toe. The deadly silent atmosphere witnessed this indisputable fact.
Fan Wuju stood next to Song Nanshan. The mother, whose hair had turned white overnight, cried until her tears dried up and her voice became hoarse. If it weren't for her son supporting her body, she would have fallen to the ground like a corpse.
Ling Puyan closed his eyes tightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as the cold air rushed into his body from all directions. How could he forget that person's every frown and glance, her gentle smile, her tears...
He Qian didn't let those people take Song Li away. He stepped forward and grabbed her body. His hands were trembling as he still held on to the corner of her clothes!
He Jitong and He Shuxing ran over, dragging him away from them, one on each side, restraining his flailing limbs. A nurse quickly injected him with a sedative...
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The funeral was held three days later in the morning, in a cemetery in the northern suburbs of the city, next to her father's.
Fan Wuju had long been unable to stand steadily, and Song Nanshan held her tightly and supported her throughout the whole process.
Ling Puyan looked at the tombstone, with a thousand thoughts under his seemingly calm face... There is no medicine for regret in the world, and no matter how carefully he re-planned in his mind, it would be of no use. Time cannot be reversed, and people cannot go through it again.
He Qian did not show up. No one knew whether he had come to his senses and felt that he was not worthy of seeing Song Li off and that Song Li would not want to see him.
Or... until now, he still refuses to believe that Song Li has left this world, left him...
Song Li's black and white photo was taken on her first day at Yuancheng University. She was speaking on stage as a representative of the freshmen. She was wearing a white shirt, her hair tied up high, and her smile was as bright as a burning flame, radiating a thousand-foot light...
She is so passionate and energetic, and her deep eyes are like stars and the sea, which are intoxicating.
But her beauty was too short-lived. The flower of her life ended hastily before it could bloom, and she fell asleep here forever.
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