In the VIP ward on the top floor of the most expensive private hospital in Beijing, a young girl lay quietly.
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was long, her arms were folded neatly in front of her chest, and she was put in a very comfortable sleeping position, as if she was asleep.
Beside the bed of Sleeping Beauty stood a man, with a tall figure and pale skin. He looked at the girl on the bed silently, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes, which rarely showed warmth.
The man stood there for a long time until the sunset shone outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The bright sunset looked like a bird with broken wings, its crimson wings dyeing the sky red.
Xu Zisheng poked his head out and said, "Sir, sir, Master Pu Bodhi is here."
Fu Shenzhi nodded and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to rub the cheek of the girl on the bed, but he was afraid of disturbing the girl, so in the end he just gently stroked her hair.
The man murmured, "The last day, little moon, the last day, you have to wake up."
After six days of continuous extraction of blood from the heart, Fu Shenzhi's face had become so pale that he looked like a dead person. His complexion was even worse than Zuo You who was lying on the bed.
Fu Shenzhi closed his eyes: "Xiaoyue, I really can't wait another day. I'm going crazy. I'm going crazy if I wait one more day."
Coming out of the ward, Master Bodhi was already waiting in a separate room. He glanced at Fu Shenzhi's face and hesitated a little: "My fellow Daoist, can you hold on while I draw your blood today?"
Every time the heart's blood is taken, the chest must be cut open and the three drops of pure blood from the center of the beating heart must be taken.
That is to say, for seven consecutive days, every day one had to endure the pain of having his chest cut open, the pain of having blood taken from the heart, and the pain of having his chest sutured.
Each of these three types of pain is heart-wrenching enough to make you want to live but unable to, and want to die but unable to.
Fu Shenzhi's lips moved: "Yes, do it."
Mu Chuan and Xu Zisheng couldn't bear to watch any longer and walked out of the room.
Xu Zisheng said: "Is this Taoist priest reliable or not..."
Mu Chuan's face was very dark, and after a long while he replied coldly: "Damn, sir, you are absolutely crazy."
As a doctor, Mu Chuan is a staunch materialist. He does not believe in ghosts and metaphysics, and thinks they are all tricks used by scammers to deceive people.
This man who calls himself Master Bodhi is obviously a stinky Taoist priest who deliberately uses tricks to cheat people of their money. What on earth has possessed him that he actually let this stinky Taoist priest take his heart blood?
And I took it for seven days in a row.
Mu Chuan was angry and anxious. He wanted to grab Fu Shenzhi's collar and punch him to wake him up. Zuo You was already a vegetative patient and could not be saved!
She was practically dead, and we couldn't let the living people present be buried with her!
Xu Zisheng noticed Mu Chuan's expression and didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he said, "Mr. Xian has no other solution..."
Mu Chuan was extremely angry: "Damn it, I think his brain is crazy, he even believes such nonsense, I really..."
Mu Chuan is usually aloof, taciturn and very polite, but at this moment he was so angry that he blurted out a few curse words without thinking.
Xu Zisheng stammered hesitantly for a while, and suddenly said: "Brother Chuanchuan, if it was me lying on the bed, would you save me..."
Mu Chuan was stunned, his mouth moved but no words came out.
Xu Zisheng said seriously: "Brother, I can do it."
Rarely, Xu Zisheng did not stutter when speaking this time.
Mu Chuan's eyes flickered, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He kicked Xu Zisheng in the butt and went outside to smoke.
Xu Zisheng doesn't smoke, he only knows how to code. To distract himself, he casually opened a file package on his phone and started typing away.
One of them was walking and smoking outside, while the other was typing code inside the house, but they both prayed in their hearts at the same time.
Pray to God, the gentleman has given everything, please let Miss Zuo wake up, the gentleman cannot live without her.
As if sensing something, the girl lying on the bed in the VIP ward curled her fingertips slightly.
In another room not far away, Fu Shenzhi covered his chest tightly and vomited blood.
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