The dizziness in his brain wouldn’t stop, and his vision was turning black in waves, his body swaying unsteadily.
The thick stench of blood made his already scarred stomach churn incessantly.
"Mu Han..." The doctor spoke out in concern.
"...I’m fine." His breathing grew increasingly unstable, as if a crack had opened in his chest, continuously oozing blood.
No.
You cannot die.
You promised to take care of forever.
I have only you, you can’t abandon like they did.
Brother, can you hear , you cannot die.
Don’t you want to know what happened to before? I’ll tell, I’ll say everything, whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.
I beg you not to leave alone.
I’m scared.
Tears surged up, blurring his eyes, blocking his vision.
He blinked rapidly twice, the tears falling under the mask.
The young man’s eyes never left the drunkard’s face, even noticing his tear-hiding actions.
Brother Mu Han...
Once more.
Who exactly are you?
He wasn’t sure how important Qing Yi was to him.
But he knew how important this person nad Mu Han was in his heart.
Even in death, he still thinks of him...
Because of him, he couldn’t even reincarnate...
The nurse tirelessly wiping the drunkard’s sweat turned to look. She saw the drunkard’s mask was blood-red, especially the chin area, with blood drops continuously erging and falling.
"Mu Han, are you... are you vomiting blood?"
The nurse exclaid in panic.
Others turned their gaze upon hearing, indeed seeing the drunkard’s mask a blood-red.
"Mu Han..."
"Mu Han, you can’t continue the surgery, if this keeps up you’ll lose your life."
His condition was already terrible, constantly worsening, if he kept pushing like this, he feared truly facing an unstoppable end.
At this mont, the drunkard felt all his blood had rushed to his chest and brain, like being pressed underwater, air drawn away, squeezing his organs, suffocating him to the brink of death.
He couldn’t hear the doctor and nurse’s words clearly, only felt the noise, so loud his whole brain seed about to explode.
A full three hours
No one knew how many cold sweats the doctors and nurses in the operating room had shed.
Finally, as the drunkard collapsed, the surgery concluded smoothly.
"Bang."
With a sound, the drunkard’s thin body fell to the ground, hand still gripping the scalpel tightly.
His neck and collar were already soaked in blood.
"Mu Han."
"Mu Han."
"Quick, take him to the operating room, call Doctor Liu."
"Doctor Chen, you assist, leave the rest to ."
Amidst the confusion in the surgery, yet amidst this noise, he vaguely heard that voice again: "Brother Mu Han..."
Afterwards, he couldn’t hear any more sound.
The door of the ergency room opened, and the drunkard was wheeled out.
His attending physician and Doctor Weng Te had been waiting outside the ergency room for three full hours.
Seeing the door open, and the one wheeled out being the drunkard, still clutching the scalpel, half his face and neck stained with blood, shocking them so much they couldn’t react.
"Quick, Doctor Liu, prepare for surgery imdiately." Doctor Chen shouted to the stunned Doctor Liu and then pushed the drunkard toward another operating room.
The drunkard’s attending physician snapped back to reality and quickly followed.
"What happened?"
"He’s the disciple of the mythical divine healer Mu, the friend in the ergency room is his, said he was eighty percent sure he could save the person." Doctor Chen was concise and clear.
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