First Marriage, then love: wife, never divorce

Author: Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION

It was late at night

In one inch ink city, on a slope 300 meters away from the ink garden, in the small courtyard of the dilapidated two-story villa, the orange lights were still on.

In a quiet room, on a 1.8-meter-tall bed, a woman with a face as Pale as paper was lying quietly on it. Because her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were hanging down, like transparent butterfly wings, gently trembling with the sound of her breathing.

The woman was wearing a white Pajama top. From the two buttons that were unbuttoned, one could see that there was a white gauze wrapped around her chest The Dongfang family's family doctor, Liu Hao, said, "fortunately, her scissors were not properly inserted and the strength was not enough. She was still three centimeters away from the heart. If the scissors were properly inserted and the strength was enough, even Hua Tuo would not be able to save her. ".

The fact that the heart was not injured did not mean that Xi Muru's injury was not serious. In fact, it was still very serious. After all, it was not far from the heart and there was a lot of blood flowing.

Liu Hao was outside when he received the call. It was also half an hour later when he arrived by car. When he ran up to the second floor of the Plum Garden, he saw not only Xi Muru lying on the bed with a pale face There was also Dongfang Mo, who was trembling in his wheelchair.

Fortunately, Liu Hao's medical skills were superb. At the same time, he had all the equipment and equipment in his car. It took him nearly two hours to pull Xi Muru back from the brink of death It also let Dongfang Mo's hanging heart slowly return to his heart.

The surgery was done, but Xi Muru did not wake up immediately. Instead, she fell into a deep sleep. She was wearing white clothes and lying on the red bed. Suddenly, it gave people the illusion that a fairy had fallen into the mortal world.

After the surgery, her face was still as Pale as paper. On her delicate face, her eyes were tightly shut. Her slightly dry lips were tightly pursed. Her nose was round and Perky, and the sound of her gentle breathing was almost inaudible Only the drops of medicine in the drip bottle were dripping. The cold and regular drops made a clear sound.

The clock on the wall was already pointing to 12. Midnight had come to pick it up. Outside the window, the lights in ink city were dim. The evening primrose drifted in through the window that was pushed open little by little. It was fragrant and desolate.

Next to the window, on a special wheelchair, a man without a hat sat motionless with his back to the big bed facing the window. He held a cigarette in his ungloved hand, but he did not light it.

He had maintained this position for a long time. However, when he smelled the refreshing scent of the evening primrose that drifted in from outside the window and looked at the woman on the hospital bed who was either unconscious or asleep, he finally could not bear to destroy the refreshing scent in the room In the end, he crushed the cigarette in his hand.

He sat there like this. His face, which looked like it was covered with the bark of a Leech, did not show any expression. It was still as cold and scary as usual, but his eyes, which seemed to be embedded in the bark of an old tree, were as deep as a lake. He observed it carefully He found that it was full of worry and anxiety.

Yesterday, when he found out that Zheng Yifan had booked two tickets to Las Vegas, he had already clearly realized that Zheng Yifan was going to take her to get married. How could he let them get married?

He did this today because he wanted to separate the two of them. However, never in his wildest dreams did he expect that she would actually fight with her life!

In her heart, was there not a single shadow of him Didn't she once say that she would stay by his side for the rest of her life?

Now, he had given her another chance to stay by his side for the rest of her life. Why did she abandon him so early?