I don’t know how long it had been, but the lights in the operating room finally went out.
Gu Benhong was the first to rush up!
Mu Yiliang, who had been leaning on Yan Sijue’s shoulder, lifted her head at the sound, standing up with both nervousness and anticipation.
The doctor removed his mask and sighed with relief, "He is temporarily out of danger."
Gu Benhong imdiately covered his face and burst into tears.
Mu Yiliang was also unsteady, but Yan Sijue held her firmly.
Thankfully, he survived; otherwise, she would never have found peace in her life.
Not long after, Gu Qingqian was wheeled out of the operating room. He wore an oxygen mask and looked like a teenager, lonely and frail.
Her tears rolled down once again.
She really wanted to know what he was thinking when he decided to end his own life.
Watching as the blood slowly drained away, during all that ti, was there not a mont he regretted?
"He will be fine," Yan Sijue softly consoled her. "Don’t bla yourself, okay?"
Mu Yiliang shook her head gently. "I was too cruel. Even if I’d given him a glimr of hope, he wouldn’t have been so resolute..."
Yan Sijue looked at her with heartache. "Yiliang, the one truly responsible is . It was because of that you resolutely rejected him, right?"
She pressed her lips together in silence.
Yan Sijue’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly realizing sothing, his voice turning hoarse, "Yiliang..."
"I’m sorry." She smiled bitterly, "I had already decided... But now, I can’t agree to you at this mont..."
Yan Sijue’s face was sowhat pale, and he smiled lightly, saying, "I understand. I can wait... Wait until he’s fully recovered, then we’ll talk, but don’t have any foolish thoughts..."
Don’t let guilt make you feel unworthy of happiness.
Mu Yiliang hesitated for a mont and nodded gently, "I’m sorry, I have to break my promise again. I had promised to take care of you once he was discharged, but now... please take good care of yourself."
"I have plenty of doctors and subordinates around . You don’t need to worry about ," he said softly, though his voice grew increasingly hoarse.
Mu Yiliang suddenly dared not look at his smile again.
She gently let go of his hand and turned to walk into Gu Qingqian’s ward.
Just an hour ago, they were so close... But in the blink of an eye, that reachable happiness seed to have suddenly drifted away from her again.
She knew that this was unfair to Yan Sijue, but...
But she had no choice. Gu Qingqian’s suicide scared her completely. She couldn’t let him consider ending his life again.
...
Gu Qingqian remained in a coma, with Gu Benhong and Mu Yiliang sitting on either side.
Neither of them spoke.
The night was so long. A nurse ca over to offer them blankets. Gu Benhong refused, and Mu Yiliang also intended to refuse, but when she heard the nurse say in a low voice, "Mr. Yan asked to bring this to you," she finally accepted it silently.
He must be very worried about her, yet unable to stop her from doing this. Thinking about it made Mu Yiliang feel a wave of tenderness and sadness.
She unfolded the blanket and covered herself. No matter what, she couldn’t let herself get sick.
Gu Benhong glanced at her but said nothing.
Gu Qingqian was very peaceful throughout the night. It seed he was finally out of danger. As dawn broke, a doctor ca to check on him and finally gave them a conclusion that allowed them to completely breathe a sigh of relief.
Mu Yiliang felt as if all her strength had been drained.
At this mont, Gu Qingqian’s fingers suddenly moved.
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