Their Intriguing Marriage

"Li Qingning, are you satisfied now?" A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at her with some irony. His eyes looked strange and cold, as if he wanted to freeze her to death in the ice and snow.

Li Qingning stood up feebly from the chair outside the operating room and asked softly, "what do you mean?"

"You know what, Li Qingning." Du Zihao looked at her indifferently. The strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital made them frown. "I really feel worthless for Lan Qing."

Du Zihao, who has always been smiling, now has a sneer on his face. Even when he looks at her, there is a thin chill in his eyes.

In Du Zihao's questioning, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "I know." It looks like a little girl who did something wrong.

"What do you know? You don't know at all, you just keep the misunderstanding of five years ago, but your own inner prejudice is complacent. Do you know how Lan Qing has come over these years? Do you know what kind of darkness Lan Qing lived in when you fell in love with that Chinese American designer in the United States? You know, just because you left without saying goodbye, in the first year, Lan Qing once had a stomach bleeding after drinking wine. Li Qingning, you don't know about it at all! "

His calm tone sounded particularly cold, which made her feel that she must be ugly at the moment.

Li Qingning suddenly raised his head and looked at him. Although his voice was calm, his face was red. His hard hair stood up one by one, and he looked like a lion who had been provoked.

Looking at the shock and inconceivable in her eyes, the sneer on Du Zihao's face became more obvious, but there was some helplessness in that smile.

"Most of the time, things in this world are not what you see. Even if he is really wrong, he is also an ordinary person. He has the right to make mistakes and should have the opportunity to be forgiven, right? Li Qingning, sometimes I'm really curious. How can your heart be so hard? "

But she did not speak any more. She just looked straight at him, looking at the subtle changes in his face. Her eyes looked empty and listless, her face muscles tense, and she looked stubborn and proud.

Just when he wanted to say something more to denounce his good friend, Li Qingning's head tilted, hot tears rolled out of his eyes and hit the ground with a determined attitude.

He slightly opened the lip so stay in half, stunned, as if her tears to some accident.

For men, tears are probably always the most powerful weapon.

Du Zihao swallowed what he had already said, rolled his Adam's apple up and down a few times, and said softly, "as Lan Qing's good friend, I'm just unfair for him. He has paid so much for you, even risking his life, but what about you? I still live a bright life, quickly find a boyfriend, and live a prosperous life in the United States... How could I not see that you are such a powerful person, Li Qingning? "

She took a deep breath, choked back the surging tears, and said, "how can I satisfy you? Living a miserable and decadent life in the United States, with sissy wandering around without a fixed place, never knowing how to live tomorrow, is this the right way to live after leaving Lanqing? "

She stares at his good-looking eyes. Yes, who can tell her difficulties?

"I just hope you can be well in the future. Before Lan Qing wakes up, please think clearly and don't torture him any more." Du Zihao dropped such a sentence in a hurry and turned to look attentively at the door of the operating room.

Time trickled by, while the light above the operating room was still on. The smell of disinfectant floating in the corridor constantly stimulated Li Qingning's olfactory nerve. Her eyes looking at the door of the operating room looked empty and sad.

I don't know how long after that, except for her and Du Zihao, few people pass by. The silence makes people's heart tighten subconsciously.

Sisi has been entrusted by Li Qingning to the nurse to take her to the VIP ward for a rest, and her blood stains have gradually dried up in the air, leaving only dark red marks.

There was a smell of sweet smell in her dry voice, and her head leaned weakly against the cold wall beside the chair.

The pale fluorescent lights on their heads wrapped them coldly without any heat.

All this, all this in front of her, was like a big hand, holding her heart tightly. She opened her mouth and squeezed the air mixed with the smell of disinfectant into her lungs, but still found it difficult to breathe.

All of a sudden, the door of the operating room was opened with a bang. For Li Qingning, it was like a big bang shaking her whole world.

A sudden sound of footsteps broke the silence of the corridor. She suddenly stood up. In the dark, her body swayed and her eyes were about to fall. Du Zihao held her quietly.

"How's it going, doctor?" Before she asked, Du Zihao began to ask anxiously.

The doctor who just came out pulled off his mask and said solemnly: "because of the strong collision, the patient suffered from intracranial hemorrhage, and the operation is still in progress. However, because of excessive blood loss, the patient's blood type is extremely rare Rh negative blood. Last month, there was a woman with the same blood type, dystocia and massive hemorrhage, which almost used up all the storage in the blood bank, If you don't find the source of blood in time, I'm afraid... You should be psychologically prepared... "

"Psychological preparation? What psychological preparation... "Li Qingning's face turned pale and frightening for a moment. It looked like a piece of white paper, even more transparent than white paper.

Her legs softened, she staggered back a few steps and fell down on the cold, hard bench in the corridor.

Du Zihao grabbed the doctor's hand and said, "doctor, let me go to the operating table. I'm Du Zihao. You should have heard of me. I graduated from Harvard Medical School. I must have a way. And... And there are so many hospitals in this city, and there is not enough blood to be transferred from other hospitals... "His voice trembled with extremely low frequency, holding the doctor's sleeve.

"This blood type is very rare. We don't have any stock in hospitals like ours. I'm afraid other hospitals are not optimistic..." the doctor shook his head helplessly, put on a mask, turned around and walked into the operating room again.

Du Zihao hit one side of the wall with a fist, and the big man of more than one meter eight squatted down slowly and curled up on the ground, looking as if his shoulders were still shaking slightly.

There was nothing he could do. He kept doing all kinds of research. In the end, he could only watch his friends standing on the edge of the cliff helpless.