As Xia Liang's consciousness faded, her vision began to blur. Before she closed her eyes, she saw the terror and helplessness on the faces of Chen Yanling, Duan Wenchun, and Ji Xiaodie; their mouths were wide open, their eyes wide, as if they were silently calling her name. However, Xia Liang's world was quickly swallowed by darkness, and she felt herself slowly sinking into an endless abyss.
At the same time, as Scarface fell, his henchmen lost their leader and scattered like headless flies, but were quickly subdued one by one by the well-trained police officers and surrendered without resistance.
As Scar's body was transported to the forensic laboratory, the forensic team began their examination. During the careful autopsy and examination, they discovered a startling fact: Scar's heart was unusually different from that of a normal person; it was not located on the left side of the chest cavity, but abnormally on the right side. This rare physiological phenomenon is medically known as "dextrocardia," a congenital abnormality in the position of the heart.
This discovery shocked the forensic experts present. They realized that it was precisely because of this rare location of his heart that Scarface did not die immediately after being fatally shot, giving him the opportunity to launch an attack in the final moments. This unexpected discovery not only added a layer of mystery to this tragic event but also deepened people's understanding of the complexity and unpredictability of life.
At the other end of the hospital, Xia Liang and other injured people were receiving emergency treatment. Doctors and nurses were doing everything they could to save their lives.
Although Ji Xiao and his companions were injured, fortunately, their injuries were not serious, mainly superficial wounds. The doctor told them that as long as they rested and avoided touching their wounds, they would recover quickly. However, Xia Liang's condition was not optimistic; the hospital had issued a critical condition notice for her.
Faced with this emergency, Ji Xiao made a decision immediately. His voice was firm and powerful: "We must transfer her to Beijing. The medical conditions there are better and the equipment is more advanced. We cannot waste time here."
A resolute glint flashed in Ji Xiao's eyes. He knew that every minute could determine Xia Liang's life. He quickly began contacting hospitals in Beijing to arrange a transfer. At this critical moment, he could not afford the slightest hesitation or delay.
In the hospital's emergency room, Xia Liang was racing against death, her life force struggling weakly. Doctors and nurses were doing everything they could to buy her more time.
The scene was filled with tension and uncertainty, and everyone was filled with anxiety and worry. But at the same time, an indomitable spirit sustained them, making them believe that as long as they didn't give up, there was always hope.
Xia Liang felt herself slowly sinking into a bottomless darkness. Her consciousness began to blur, and the sounds around her gradually became distant and faint, until they disappeared completely. She seemed to be in a silent world, a space where only she existed.
In this endless darkness, Xia Liang felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness. Her heartbeat was exceptionally clear in the silence, each beat like a struggle against the darkness, trying to find a glimmer of light. However, no matter how hard she tried, the darkness seemed to keep expanding, swallowing her senses.
Her thoughts began to drift, fragments of memory floating in the darkness, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. She recalled the past, the happy and sad moments, the times spent with family and friends. But now, those memories seemed so distant.
Xia Liang's breathing grew weaker and weaker; she felt her life force slowly slipping away. In this dark abyss, she began to doubt whether she could find a way out, whether she could ever again feel the warmth of the sun and the beauty of life.
In a hospital ward in Beijing, Han Yulan gently pushed open the door, carrying a thermos. Her usually well-maintained face now bore the marks of exhaustion. Her gaze fell on the bedside, where her son, Gu Yanxiao, stood motionless beside his unconscious wife, Xia Liang, like a statue.
Han Yulan's voice trembled slightly as she looked at her son with heartache and whispered, "You have to hold on. What will happen to the children if you collapse?" Her words revealed deep worry and helplessness. Even now, the family is still carefully keeping the truth from their two young children, telling them that their mother is just away on a business trip and hasn't returned yet.
Gu Yanxiao lifted his heavy eyelids, his eyes filled with pain and anxiety. His voice was hoarse and low, almost as if he were talking to himself: "I can't eat. I can't eat until she wakes up." His words revealed his deep concern and endless worry for his wife.
The air in the ward seemed to freeze, with only the ticking of the monitor reminding everyone of the passing time. Han Yulan quietly walked to her son's side, placed the thermos on the bedside table, and reached out to gently stroke his back, trying to offer him some comfort.
"Yanxiao, you must be strong. Xia Liang needs you, and the children need you too." Han Yulan's voice was gentle, but full of strength. She knew that in this difficult time, the support and encouragement of her family was the most important thing.
Upon learning of Xia Liang's injury, Gu Yanxiao immediately took leave from the military and rushed back to Beijing. During the long and agonizing days when Xia Liang was admitted to the intensive care unit, Gu Yanxiao and his family waited outside the ICU, their hearts rising and falling with every beat of the monitor.
When Xia Liang's condition stabilized and family visits were permitted, Gu Yanxiao became a regular visitor to the ward. His figure practically became a part of the ward, guarding Xia Liang's bedside day and night, never leaving for a moment. His eyes were filled with determination and resilience, as if he were conveying strength and hope to his comatose wife through his steadfastness.
Gu Yanxiao's face was etched with exhaustion, but his eyes held an unwavering determination. Whenever the night grew quiet and the hospital room lights softened, he would speak softly to Xia Liang, recounting their shared memories, anecdotes about their children, and their hopes for the future. He believed that Xia Liang could feel his presence and his call, and that one day she would wake up.
During this difficult time, Gu Yanxiao is not only a strong soldier, but also a loving husband and father. His perseverance and unwavering commitment have become the source of strength for this family to move forward in adversity.
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