bookbashuk Chapter 343 In the next life, can you choose me?
Chapter 343 In the next life, can you choose me?
Shen Li turned her head and looked at Ming Xiangyang. His face was as white as paper, without any color, and even his lips were a pale gray.
He forced a smile, a smile more heartbreaking than tears, hanging lightly on his face, as if it would vanish in an instant.
Ming Xiangyang slowly raised his hand, his movements as light as a candle flame flickering in the wind.
Shen Li's heart tightened, and she almost staggered as she squatted down, tightly gripping his cold wrist, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Don't move... don't move anymore."
Regret overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
If I hadn't dragged him along, if he had stayed even a fraction of a second away from this danger, would he have ended up like this?
Guilt grew wildly in my heart, spreading through my internal organs, and every inch of it was filled with a sour pain.
It's all her fault.
"I'm sorry...it's all because of me." Her voice choked, tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.
Ming Xiangyang shook his head slightly, his breath weak but clear: "No... I'm content just seeing you doing well."
"Stop talking!" Shen Li hurriedly interrupted him, her fingertips turning white from the pressure. "Everything will be alright. We'll go back to China together and graduate together."
Ming Xiangyang pursed his chapped lips, a hint of stubbornness in his eyes: "I'm afraid... if I don't say it now, I'll never have another chance."
These words completely shattered Shen Li's defenses, and tears finally fell like broken beads, one after another, landing on their clasped hands, burning hot.
"No...nothing will happen."
Ming Xiangyang's gaze fell on the ring on his index finger, the vintage ring gleaming from his caresses.
He slowly slipped off the ring and gently placed it in Shen Li's palm, the warmth of his fingertips vanishing in an instant: "Take this. It's a symbol of your status, and with it, you can access all my assets. Mingcheng will help you with the connections abroad, and Uncle Hu will protect you back home."
"I...don't want it." Shen Li tried to push the ring back, but her hand was too heavy to lift.
Ming Xiangyang forced a faint smile, his tone tinged with self-deprecation: "Then what can I do? I have no children, only two godson sons. Am I just going to leave them both in the end?"
"Don't say such things!" Shen Li said urgently. "You will live a good life, meet someone you like, get married, have children, and have a smooth life."
Ming Xiangyang's eyes darkened, and his breath grew weaker: "I'm afraid... there won't be that chance. I can feel that my days are numbered."
"Don't say such discouraging things!" Shen Li's voice was trembling with tears as she stared intently at him, as if that would hold onto his breath.
Ming Xiangyang suddenly smiled, a smile as clean as he had in high school, yet tinged with an unyielding regret: "Shen Li, you said that people who smile a lot are lucky. If I leave this world smiling, will heaven take pity on me and give me a better next life?"
"No need for the next life!" Shen Li choked up, tears blurring her vision. "For the rest of your life, you will be happy."
"Really?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Ming Xiangyang's eyes as he asked softly, "I want to meet you first in my next life. Then, could you choose me?"
Shen Li was speechless, tears streaming down her face, making the ring on her palm slightly hot.
Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Ming Xiangyang asked again softly, his tone filled with cautious expectation: "Is it okay?"
She nodded vigorously, her voice broken and strained: "Okay."
Just then, the foreign doctor on Lu Sheng's side suddenly spoke up, his tone grave.
Shen Li understood English, and her heart sank. She abruptly turned to look at the patient in the next bed: "How is the patient?"
The doctor shook his head, his tone helpless: "If the bleeding can't be stopped and the blood loss continues like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to maintain vital signs."
Shen Li immediately looked towards the door, her voice urgent: "Do we have any blood available right now? Arrange a transfusion immediately!"
The doctor nodded in agreement: "We will do our best, but the situation is not optimistic."
Shen Li got up and was about to rush towards Lu Sheng when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Ming Xiangyang used his last bit of strength to pull her back, his gaze fixed on Ming Cheng at the door, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Let Ming Xing donate blood too."
Mingcheng immediately replied, "Okay."
Shen Li looked at Ming Xiangyang's pale and powerless hand. On one side was her older brother, whose life was hanging in the balance, and on the other side was him, barely breathing. Her heart felt like it was being torn in two.
She was reluctant to pull her hand away from his, but she was also extremely worried about Lu Sheng's condition, so she could only whisper, "Wait for me."
Ming Xiangyang slowly released his grip, then used all his strength to pull off the round pendant from his neck and handed it to her, his eyes filled with a final plea: "There's a pill inside that can save a life... Here you go."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand fell limp, and he completely lost consciousness.
Then the ring and necklace in her hand fell to the ground.
"Ming Xiangyang! Ming Xiangyang!" Shen Li was so frightened that she immediately squatted down and gently patted his cheek, her voice filled with panic.
The doctor next to him immediately stepped forward to take his pulse, and after a moment he frowned and shook his head: "The pulse is very weak, the situation is critical."
Shen Li's gaze fell on the pendant on the ground, which was a warm and smooth jade ball. She picked it up and opened it. Sure enough, there was a black pill inside, about the size of a thumb, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.
For whom?
She looked at the doctor, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Of the two of them, whose condition is more dangerous?"
The doctor looked at the two hospital beds and said in a heavy tone, "Neither situation is optimistic. Even with a blood transfusion, the patient over there may not be out of danger; the patient here is in even worse condition and is only hanging on by a thread."
Shen Li held the pills, her mind in turmoil.
She couldn't lose her older brother, but this medicine was left to her by Ming Xiangyang with his last strength, and this entrustment was so heavy that it made her breathless.
After a three-second silence, she gritted her teeth, carefully divided the pill in half, into two evenly sized portions, and fed them to Ming Xiangyang and Lu Sheng respectively.
She really didn't know what to do and could only leave it to fate.
At this moment, the nurse brought a blood bag from outside and immediately connected Lu Sheng to receive a blood transfusion.
On Ming Xiangyang's side, the doctor was also urgently treating the wounds from the explosion, but the equipment here was too rudimentary, lacking even basic oxygen supply equipment.
Shen Li's heart tightened, and she immediately got up and left the room, pretending to retrieve two oxygen machines from the car—which she had taken from her spatial storage.
She quickly connected the oxygen machine and put oxygen masks on the two of them. She did everything she could think of.
Having done all this, she leaned against the wall by the door and waited quietly, with Feng Ye silently by her side.
Fear gripped her like vines; she dared not imagine how she would bear it if something happened to either of them.
"You must all be tired tonight, go and get some rest," Shen Li said to Feng Ye in a hoarse voice.
Feng Ye shook his head, his tone firm: "It's alright, I'll wait with you."
Shen Li took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, her eyes fixed on the closed door, enduring each second.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she eventually fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, vaguely hearing the alarm of her heart stopping.
Through her hazy vision, she saw Ming Xiangyang standing before her, wearing the same clean white shirt he wore in high school. His features were still aloof, but his eyes held a hint of estrangement and grievance: "Shen Li... why wasn't saving me the first thing you thought of?"