novelaction Chapter 271 Don’t save me
Chapter 271 Don’t save me
Ling Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and when he stood up he realized his calves were shaking.
The doctors in the ward were all busy. When they saw her come in, they showed her the patient's data and said that the condition was not very good and the body temperature had not dropped. Han Yezhen slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice. He was wearing a nasal cannula to breathe oxygen, and the nurse came over from time to time to check his respiratory function.
"Ah...Zhuo..." He shouted towards Ling Zhuo with a weak breath.
Ling Zhen walked closer and saw the pain on his face. His eyes turned red and he tilted his head to ask the doctor, "What's your temperature?"
The nurse quickly took out the thermometer and put it next to Han Su's ear to measure it again: 38.9.
"Azhen..." Han Su called her with his eyes half open and panting.
"Don't talk." Ling Yu frowned and looked at him, trying her best to control her tone, but her voice still trembled a little. "I've been waiting for you. I've always been here."
"Let them... go out..." Han Su gasped for breath, "I have... something... to say..."
He stubbornly repeated it over and over again. Ling Zhen waited for the doctors to finish cooling down the patient, then asked them to go aside. He moved a little closer, leaned over to Han Su's mouth, and asked him softly, "What do you want to say?"
"Ah Zhen..." Han Su said word by word, "I'm...sorry..."
Ling Zhen's eyelashes trembled violently, but she didn't dare to blink, for fear that tears would burst out in the next second.
Her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, sticky and heavy. "No, you didn't do anything wrong to me."
"No... I... lied to you... I actually... was working for Tang Shuya..."
His eyes became blurry, as if he was lost in memories.
Ling Zhen was naturally surprised, but he quickly realized that this was why Tang Shuya was here.
A terrible thought occurred to her. Was this a play directed and acted by Tang Shuya himself? He knew Han Su's character very well and knew that he was a loyal man. If Tang Shuya was in danger, he would definitely stand up.
Ling Zhen held Han Su's hand with the needle in it and gently placed it next to the mask. "You're so mean. Now you've even learned to lie to me. How should I punish you?"
Han Su choked up, tears streaming down his face. "Ah Zhen...you should live a good life in the future...I'm afraid I can't accompany you...anymore..."
Ling Zhen's heart was about to break.
I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they streamed down, wetting the edge of the mask.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it."
He closed his eyes and gasped for breath, but he couldn't stop crying. He opened his mouth and cried hoarsely, his voice weak: "Azhen... I love you... but... after I die... just be sad for a while... don't be sad for too long..."
Ling Zhen was in tears, shaking her head and tightly holding his extremely dry hand. She just cried and couldn't say a word.
Han Su was also crying, and his oxygen mask was covered with a thick layer of mist. He was now a disabled person, and it was useless even if he didn't die. He couldn't even do the simplest thing of wiping his wife's tears.
The separation of life and death between the two was clearly seen by Tang Shuya in the intensive care unit.
When Han Su spoke again, his eyes were filled with grief and despair: "Azhen...promise me...one...thing..."
Ling Zhen sniffed, and could hardly hear his voice mixed with sobs. He could only lower his back and move closer to barely hear him say in a whisper: "Don't... save me..."