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Unfortunately, the man's eyes only fell on the woman on the hospital bed.

The middle-aged man next to the man said to the nurse, "go out first."

"Yes." the nurse answered and left with some regret, but she didn't understand why this man cared about a pregnant woman. According to her care these days, the child in this woman's belly should not be his.

At the moment, in the ward, Shang QingHan looked at the woman in bed and suddenly asked the people around him, "you say, why do people want to live so much?"

"This should be people's survival instinct," replied uncle Shen, a middle-aged man.

Shang QingHan raised his thin lips and said lazily, "such a strong survival instinct is really different from me..." he still clearly remembered that day, when she was picked up on his yacht, he just stood on the deck looking at the sea and killing boring time. As a result, when she was picked up by uncle Shen and them, Just lying at his feet.

He just glanced at her at that time. Whether it was a dead man or a living man, he was not interested.

I don't know when he started, he was not interested in everything around him, and even couldn't get up to his life. He just lived aimlessly and waited lazily for his death.

He casually watched the people on board giving artificial respiration to the half dead woman, watching the woman cough up water, and the faces around him showed surprise.

Alive? He thought, but the woman looked weak and might die soon.

It's actually good to die. After all, living is also a very boring thing.

But just as he was about to walk past the woman lying next to him, after coughing out of the water, the still half dead woman suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed his ankle.

No one knows how a dying woman can shoot at such a fast speed, even holding his ankle with such force.

It seems that this should not be something that a person who can't say whether he lives or not can do, but she did it.

He was stunned, and his eyes finally fell on the woman's face. At the moment, the woman's eyes had opened, and the apricot eyes looked even darker against the pale paper skin, while her equally white lips trembled and spit out words intermittently, "Help me... Please... Help me anyway... I... I can't die yet..."

Her eyes seemed to be looking at him, but in fact the focus was scattered, but the will to survive burst out in those eyes, which he had never seen before.

And her five fingers clutching his ankle were like clutching the last straw. In any case, she refused to loosen it.

Even when she fainted again, her fingers still tightly clasped his ankles, making him unable to break free for a moment.

At that moment, he almost looked at her who had fainted. He couldn't tell why, but it was undeniable that she shocked him.

"Young master," said uncle Shen. He suddenly recovered.

Then uncle Shen asked people to break the woman's hand, but he said, "I'll do it myself."