Inside the clinic.

Su Qiyun has left.

"X."

"Nine,"

"Eight ......"

At the bedside, someone lowered his head and stared closely at the watch in his hand, watching the second hand slowly turn.

At this moment, he felt that time passed very slowly.

Su Yu held Shen Chuming's hand, her eyes didn't dare to blink, she looked at the instrument for a while, and looked at the person on the bed for a while, her lips pursed tightly.

There must be no change!

"Five, Four, Three......"

"II."

"One!"

Perhaps her request was answered, and when the last sound fell, there was nothing unusual on Shen Chuming's body, and the data showed stability.

Su Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the last moment of retraction, there was a sudden sound in my ears-

"Dididi-"

The instrument sounded a dangerous alarm.

"Not good!"

Lin Shuang looked at the data displayed on the electronic device, his face was anxious, "Quick!" Wake up the Captain! ”

Shen Chuming's brain waves changed and continued to decline.

This is a sign of brain death!

"Pingdong come over to help!"

Now they can't afford to delay for a moment.

Su Yu held Shen Chuming's hand tightly, her eyes anxious and worried, "Third Master! ”

"Hey, woman, he's out of his head! He must be woken up! The sooner the better! The sound of the little fox jumping to his feet in a hurry also sounded in his ears.

Su Yu didn't dare to stop calling people for a moment, and the hands holding him were trembling.

Lin Shuang was worried that this was a side effect caused by her blood, if so, then he couldn't find a solution for a while!

The people on the other end of the computer saw that Shen Chuming's body suddenly changed at the last moment, and they all cheered up, and their brains were running at high speed.

"Breathe pure oxygen!"

"CPR!"

"Brain shock!"

Obeying the command of the people inside, Lin Shuang immediately made a move, and he couldn't be sloppy at all.

*

Shen Chuming fell into a dream.

His brain was heavy, but he felt that his body was very light, and some things were being lost, and he couldn't get them back.

"The man has been captured, and you are indispensable."

"Last wish?"

"You say, it's okay to cut it alive or peel it, shoot it or oil the pan."

In the dark, he heard his own voice, very calm, calm with a little light.

But he felt that he was pretending to be relaxed, and his heart was very heavy, and there was a very large stone pressing on his heart, and he was almost out of breath.

It was as if something very important was leaving him, making him want to follow him desperately.

His vision was blurry, but he could still make out where it was.

It seemed to be a dungeon, damp and dark, with the sound of explosions rising and falling.

"Third master, I'm out of gas."

In the darkness, he could only see himself clearly, wearing a golden mask, and answered very softly.

He was dressed in black, half-crouched next to a person, and seemed to be a woman.

He held her hand, loving and sacred, as if holding a most important treasure, his lips slowly close to her ear, "I'm back." ”

His tone was very light and light, for fear of disturbing her.

"You've been looking for me for so long, and now I'm in front of you, do you want to open your eyes and see me?"

The person next to him didn't reply to him, and it was so quiet that it seemed to be asleep.

He gently held her hand, slowly, very carefully touched her face with his fingertips, and used the gentlest tone in his life, "Girl, I'm sorry, it's my fault that you've been looking for so long." ”

"I won't be late again."

It seemed to be talking to herself, in a small and fragmented tone, as if coaxing her to fall asleep quietly.

He slowly removed the mask, carefully brushed his fingertips around her wounds, brushed the hair from her face, bowed his head, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips very preciously.

A hot tear followed.

Mixed with the blood on her body, it slowly fell together, slowly down the corners of her eyes, slid over her ear temples, and finally dripped on the cold floor.

"My girl likes to be pretty, and she won't like to leave like this."

He tried to restrain his voice, so steady that he didn't make a trill, and said lightly without praise or criticism as he usually teased her, "The death is too ugly, find a good crematorium, and cremation." ”

After a long time, he said softly in an out of tune trill: "Girl." ”

His fingertips gently traced her eyebrows, and his voice was soft, "I miss you." ”

I want to go and accompany you.

Wait for me.