Their Intriguing Marriage

Sure enough, Lan Qing gradually loosened the doctor's collar and said faintly, "sorry, I'm a little emotional."

The doctor's eyes twinkled with fear, nodded to him, turned and walked out of the ward quickly.

Looking at Li Qingning on the bed, his heart is bitter. Can't they really love each other and live a peaceful life?

The last time she was shot for him, those pictures seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

Suddenly feel, she in their own side, in fact, has experienced too many frustrations and setbacks, perhaps, she is really tired.

Looking at her calm face, he even told himself in the bottom of his heart that as long as she could wake up now, he would never force her to be with whom and where in the future.

You can let her go, as long as she wakes up well, as long as she lives safely in this world.

His hand hanging on his side had been clenched into a fist. He looked very angry, his eyes were burning with flames, and his whole body was full of murderous gas.

Li Lin looked at him behind him, with a worried look in her eyes and called, "Mr. lan..."

"You go out first. I want to be quiet with her for a while." His magnetic voice has the power to refuse.

Li Lin wanted to say more, but finally she turned and left.

Lan Qing took out his mobile phone, found out the familiar number and dialed: "Hey, I want Lin tie's life, no matter what the cost." With that, he hung up the phone.

Looking at Li Qingning's pale face, he suddenly had a strong and stubborn hatred in his heart. He hated that man, why he wanted to ask her out, of course, he hated himself more, why he didn't follow her, why he didn't decisively result in Lin tie after he was kidnapped last time, but this kind of incident happened in the end.

Lonely and cold, he can bear, but she lay on the sickbed pale appearance, but like a sharp blade in general, a knife cut his heart. He would rather bear the pain himself than see her like this.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door. He looked back and saw he Jiawen on his face. He didn't know where he got the news, but he was worried.

He hurried into the ward and saw Li Qingning lying motionless on the bed. His steps suddenly stopped.

"What happened?" He looked at Lan Qing and asked in a low voice.

Lan Qing pursed his lips, as if to endure, this strange man, he still can't accept, he and himself flow half the same blood.

For a long time, he opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "it has nothing to do with you. Get out of here."

Standing on the opposite side of his face, he showed a sneer smile and said, "yes, it has nothing to do with me, but it has something to do with you. Lan Qing, she has become like this today. Isn't it all thanks to you?"

Lan Qing suddenly stunned, his words, like a sharp arrow with cold light, shot straight at his heart.

But what he said is not true?

At the moment, LAN Qingxin is like baking on a hot iron plate, a little bit, unconscious, sinking.

He Jiawen crossed his body and went straight to Li Qingning. He looked at her quietly. His eyes looked so gentle.

The corridor of the hospital was very quiet, because it was raining, and the floor of the corridor looked wet.

Lan Qing's brain is in chaos, playing the past clips repeatedly.

Li Qingning said: "Lan Qing, I do not love you, I just dare not love you."

He Jiawen said: "Li Qingning can become what it is today, thanks to you?"

Mother said, "you are not suitable. You are not people of the same world at all."

Shen Xingchen said: "Lan Qing, I can die for you, but you never care. Do you know why? Because you are really selfish, you only care about your own feelings of love and hate, but never care about what other people think. "

……

Countless voices whirled back and forth in his mind, combined into a solemn and stirring symphony, like Beethoven's symphony of fate, gripping and sorrowful.

I don't know when the night came quietly, but in the afternoon when I moved the ward.

Lan Qing seems to see Li Qingning's fingers move countless times, but in the end, the doctor tells him that those are just his illusions.

He stood silent for a long time in the dark. The moonlight came in through the window of the ward, illuminating her face.

His eyes were dim, his tall body looked so lonely, and his heart kept pulling.

He leaned down and took her hand gently, gently. There was a trace of warmth in her palm, but the familiar touch made his heart ache.

How he hoped that at the moment, like those days, she could pull her hand away from his hand like an electric shock, but her hand was just lying quietly in his hand.

Lan Qing stayed on the sofa beside her hospital bed for a night. The next day, Li Qingning still didn't wake up. The heat on her body was not as mild as it was at the beginning, and her hands outside the quilt were even slightly cool.

Early in the morning, three internationally renowned surgeons invited by Li Lin had a consultation with her. They held a serious meeting for two hours. After trying various injections, Li Qingning still didn't wake up, but her life characteristics became weaker and weaker.

Finally, the representatives of the three doctors reluctantly told Lan Qing that what they can do now is to maintain the status quo and observe everything for a long time.

Ward, a vast expanse of white, looks so pale and empty. Li Qingning was lying on the hospital bed, with all kinds of small hoses inserted into his body, connected to the observation equipment nearby. She looked so quiet, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Get out of here."

Lan Qing held her hand tightly beside her bed and buried his face in her weak palm. His back looked lonely from the back and trembled imperceptibly.

Li Lin looked at everything in the ward outside the door, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. After arranging the experts from abroad, she drove to buy a lunch and took it to the ward.

"Mr. LAN, it's time for you to have something to eat. How can you wait until your wife wakes up?" She looked at sitting at the edge of the bed, has been gently holding Li Qingning's hand Lan Qing, said softly.

Her words, as expected, touched Lan Qing. His movements looked mechanical and stiff. The lines on his face were tight. After eating a few mouthfuls in a hurry, he put down the tableware and began to wait by her bedside again, as if his sight was the nutrient to maintain Li Qingning's life.