Zhou Shuyao used his body to shield the female lead tightly beneath him. With a muffled thud, the roof beam slammed heavily onto Zhou Shuyao's back, the red-hot wooden beam piercing through his back.
"No!"
Ling Huanwu let out a desperate scream, tears instantly blurring her vision.
She struggled desperately, trying to push away Zhou Shuyao and the roof beam that were pressing down on her, but everything was so futile.
"Huan... don't worry about me... you should get out of here..." Zhou Shuyao's breath was weak, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he still managed to squeeze out these words.
Ling Huanwu sobbed uncontrollably, shaking her head repeatedly, "Don't speak, let's get out together, we can definitely do it!"
She looked around frantically, trying to find something to lean on to get out, her heart filled with self-blame and regret.
Just then, Zhou Jiuzhen's shouts came from afar, and he finally followed the sound.
Seeing the scene before him, Zhou Jiuzhen was stunned. Then he rushed over like a madman, trying to move the beam on Zhou Shuyao's back, only to find that the fallen beam was connected to the main roof beam. Even though he was as strong as an ox, he couldn't move it at all.
Zhou Jiuzhen gripped the red-hot wooden beam tightly, refusing to let go even as his hands were scalded and the skin was torn apart.
"ah……"
He shouted and used all his strength, but he could only move the wooden beam by a fraction of an inch.
Taking advantage of the loose wooden beam, Ling Huanwu quickly crawled out from under Zhou Shuyao.
She thought that if she climbed out, Zhou Shuyao would have enough space to come out from under the wooden beam.
She only thought that Zhou Shuyao's back had been hit by the wooden beam, and had no idea that the wooden beam had already pierced through his chest.
As soon as Ling Huanwu emerged from under him, Zhou Shuyao's body, pierced through, slumped downwards, the wooden beam digging even deeper into his back.
Seeing Zhou Shuyao's mouth oozing blood, Zhou Jiuzhen collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, tears streaming down his face.
That was the only blood relation my mother left in this world.
He couldn't accept that the cute, pink-cheeked little boy who used to follow him around saying "Brother, protect me" was now lying there motionless, about to be separated from him by death.
"Xiao Yao, hang in there! We'll figure something out, we'll definitely get you out of here!"
With trembling, bloodied hands, Zhou Jiuzhen touched the man's horribly mutilated face on the ground, his heart breaking, his voice choked with sobs.
Ling Huanwu covered her mouth and knelt on the ground, crying until her face turned red, whether from the burning heat or from the pain that made her breathless.
She remembered her previous life.
He was once a good father. He once argued with the vendors who bullied her in order to protect her. He once gave up the only small bed for her and her child so that they could sleep well, and slept on the hard floor himself.
Although she had resented him, she never thought of letting him die. How could someone who lived longer than her in her previous life die here to save him?
"Yes, we have a way to get you out!"
Ling Huanwu quickly wiped away her tears and tried to open the space several times.
The space was opened and then closed again, perhaps sensing the smoke.
I tried several times, but the space just stopped responding completely, as if it had vanished into thin air.
Ling Huanwu waved her hand tremblingly several times, but finally, Zhou Jiuzhen grasped her still-persistent hand, his eyes red, and shook his head, "It's no use..."
Even if they opened the space, they were unable to send Zhou Shuyao, who was connected to the wooden beam, into the space.
"No, it's useful! We still have spiritual spring water. There's spiritual spring water in the office. I put a bucket of spiritual spring water in there; it will definitely save him!"
After Zhou Jiuzhen's head injury last time, Ling Huanwu learned her lesson and specially prepared spiritual spring water just in case.
Zhou Jiuzhen's eyes lit up. He took a wet towel and covered Ling Huanwu's mouth and nose. After giving her a few instructions, he turned and rushed towards the office, which was not yet completely surrounded by flames.
At this moment, Zhou Shuyao's consciousness began to blur. He felt as if his chest was burning with fire, and the pain was almost tearing his soul apart.
He experienced this kind of pain every day and night after losing Ling Huanwu in his previous life.
He vaguely sensed Zhou Jiuzhen leaving, and with trembling hands, red and stiff from the heat, he reached out to Ling Huanwu.
Seeing the hand groping in mid-air, Ling Huanwu still couldn't bear to hold it. "Don't talk. You'll be alright. There are three little ones waiting for you at home. You have to hold on!"
"No, Huanhuan, there are some things... if I don't say them, I'm afraid... afraid there won't be a next life to say them..."
Zhou Shuyao gasped for breath, and as he spoke, large gushes of blood gushed from his throat. "Huanhuan, I really regret it... I really regret it. In our past life, we... we could have grown old together... but I... I took the wrong path... I... I..."
He was about to say something when a gush of blood spurted from his mouth, silencing his words.
That hand gripped Ling Huanwu's hand tightly, but slowly closed its eyes.
Ling Huanwu stared blankly as the man in front of her closed his eyes, tears blurring her vision.
She remembered her mother-in-law's last words of concern for her only son.
The little old lady who loved baking round cakes for reunion once regretted not giving her son the only motherly love he had.
She said that life is often filled with disappointments.
She thought that at least the most unhappy people in the world were living happily ever after.
So, her mother-in-law gave Zhou Jiuzhen a home, and she also gave her a home.
My mother-in-law once said that the only person she owed anything to in this world was her own son.
Perhaps her mother-in-law in her previous life also left with this regret, and in this life, she too leaves with this final regret.
But because of her, her mother-in-law lost her last remaining attachment in this world.
Amidst the flames, Ling Huanwu held Zhou Shuyao's face, tears streaming down her face as she cried her heart out.
Zhao Jingxiang and Song Panmei rushed into the fire one after the other. They watched as the woman cried heartbreakingly amidst the raging flames. The expressions on their faces slowly blurred in the firelight...
*
In the hospital's intensive care unit.
When Zhou Shuyao was wheeled out wearing a ventilator, Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu rushed over, and Zhao Jingxiang and Song Panmei, who came with him, also stood up straight and listened attentively.
The surgeon removed his mask and let out a long sigh. "It's a miracle the patient is still alive. The kidney rupture is very serious, and a kidney transplant is necessary immediately. Otherwise, the patient will definitely not survive. So you must find a source of kidneys right away!"
After finishing his speech, the surgeon turned and went back inside to continue the operation.
Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with despair.
The two had temporarily saved Zhou Shuyao's life with the spiritual spring water, but they did not expect that while it could detoxify and heal wounds, it could not repair the damaged kidneys.
"I'll figure out how to handle the kidney issue, don't worry."
Zhou Jiuzhen patted her shoulder to comfort her.
Ling Huanwu nodded with red and swollen eyes. She had just reached the door and was about to ask him to bandage the wound on her hand when she suddenly heard a furious voice behind her.
The two turned around and saw Chu Mei leading several aunties who worked at the cooperative, along with a bunch of distant relatives, walking towards them menacingly.
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