C157 Survival Is the Most Important(1)

I never knew I was so weak.

The ICU was very quiet. There was only the sound of the instrument beeping and the cries of the instrument alternating the rhythm of life continuation. Qi Mingyu gave her a professional protective suit, a mask, and a hat. He pushed her to Yan Xuan's bedside.

A large number of instruments surrounded the hospital bed. Lyi Yan did not recognize many of them. She did not care and only looked at the person on the hospital bed. She saw that there was an oxygen tube in his mouth and his eyes were closed. His face was pale and he was not angry at all. Countless tubes and wires were connected to his body under the blanket. The strong smell of blood and disinfectant mixed together. Stimulating her nerves, tears blurred her vision. However, when she really saw Yan Xuan, she was calmer than before.

"Yan, try to talk to him. Don't be too loud. He can hear you." Qi Mingyu looked at the numbers on the monitor and patted Lyi Yan's shoulder. He gently pulled out Yan Xuan's hand that was holding the blood oxygen detector and put it in Lyi Yan's hand. Let her hold it.

... "" Yan Xuan's hand was very cold. His long fingers curled up slightly and were a little stiff. Lyi Yan carefully held it. For a moment, she was so flustered that she did not know what to say.

"I will go out first. I will be outside. If there is anything, call the nurse. Relax, he needs you." Qi Mingyu looked at her and could not bear to let her go, but he still had to give it to her. There was no other way.

"Okay." Lyi Yan nodded and watched Qi Mingyu leave. She held Yan Xuan's hand and was silent for a long time. She trembled and said softly, "Yan Xuan..."

Her voice was muffled in the face mask. She choked and her tears could not stop flowing out. She only called his name. Her heart was numb from the pain. Memories were like knives, stabbing into her heart. She tried to open her mouth several times, but she was still unable to describe those sweet memories. Yan Xuan smiled gently, hugged her warmly, and rubbed her hair. He kissed her lips, protected her time and time again, and cared for her. Endure her, love her... Compared to the paleness and frailty in front of her, what should she say? What should she say?

"Yan Xuan, wuwu..." She could only cry. She could only keep shouting his name. She did not even have the courage to beg.

She did not dare to think about it, but she kept thinking about the night Grandfather died. He had also been bitterly guarding, but he could not protect Grandma and Grandfather, who loved her so much. Then what about Yan Xuan? Would he also leave her...

Di, Di, Di!

After some distance, a detector beside the bed suddenly let out a cry. All the doctors and nurses in the ICU were shocked. They raised their heads and looked at the bed. Lyi Yan was no exception. She was stunned when she saw a few people surrounding her. They were talking about the rapid decrease in blood pressure. They seemed to be on the verge of dying. They were talking about sending the patient to the resuscitation room and informing the patient's family...

After a commotion, the patient was hurriedly pushed out of the ICU. Lyi Yan stiffly retracted her gaze and looked at Yan Xuan who was on the hospital bed. She then looked at the instruments beside the hospital bed and the numbers that were constantly jumping.

"Yan Xuan, I'm afraid..." Exhaling the air that had been stifled in her chest since just now, Lyi Yan trembled like a sieve. She was frightened once again. She was scared out of her wits. Her ears had clearly returned to silence. But the sound of the instrument seemed to still be there.

"Are you alright?" Realizing that there was something wrong with the patient inside, Qi Mingyu quickly walked in to see Lyi Yan. Sure enough, he saw her shrink there in shock, holding Yan Xuan's hand tightly. Her face was green, and she could not even breathe normally. "That's not Xuan. Calm down. Xuan will not do that. He won't. "

"I, I don't know what to say..." Lyi Yan shrank her shoulders and could not stop trembling. She tried her best to raise her head to look at Qi Mingyu. She looked helpless as if she was going to break into pieces. "I'm so scared..."

"I can't say it. Why don't you try singing it? Doesn't he like to hear you sing?" Qi Mingyu walked closer and wiped the tears off her face with a piece of paper. He sighed slightly. "I am a doctor. I have done everything I can. You're his artist, so sing. "

... "" Lyi Yan was stunned for a moment before she nodded her head vigorously. The scenes in her memory flashed by quickly. Yan Xuan had told her countless times about singing: You like to sing, can you sing again? I want to hear you sing...

This album is very important to me...

Your mother's last wish is one thing, but more importantly, I have poured my feelings and feelings into it, you know?

She knows.

Every time she heard Demo, she was so touched that she wanted to cry. Yan Xuan's voice... Yan Xuan's feelings were gently released from the music. She could not tell others how happy she was, but she had to tell him now. Her happiness was only because of him.

"When I walked in, I found that the road and the road were intertwined and inseparable..."

"A lone person making a choice, so much helplessness ~ The next turn, from left to right, should we listen to fate's arrangements? "

"We are all wandering around the maze, who said that we can only move forward and not wait..."

The words he could not say turned into songs, every song he wrote for her. She remembered them all. She hummed softly. Although there were some melodies in between her sobs, the lyrics behind the mask were a little vague and unclear. However, she sang with utmost seriousness, one song after another, singing those words of love. Those care, those that could not be lost, and those pleas.

In the ICU, her song floated gently. It was not clear, but it was very moving. A few patients' family members shed tears. Even the busy nurses' eyes turned red. Their lives were so fragile, and their parting moments were still on the news on television. It was only a matter of minutes before it fell by his side. No matter how advanced medicine was, it is not the Hand of God that has reached the edge of despair... Guarding the person you love, besides praying and crying, what else could a living person do?

Time continued to flow mercilessly, and Yan Xuan continued to fall into a deep coma. One hour passed, two hours passed... Lyi Yan's throat became hoarse from singing. Her eyes were so red that it seemed like blood would gush out in the next second. However, Yan Xuan still lay there quietly, as if he was really tired. He left with her mother.

"Yan..."

"

Lyi Yan did not know when Qi Mingyu left, nor did she know how many times he had come in during this period. Go out. She only knew that when he called her again, with a strong sadness, her body, which had been stiff for a long time, gently swayed.

"Yan, I will bring you back to the ward." Qi Mingyu tried to speak softly. He did not want to hurt the girl in front of him.

"Why... go back to the ward..." Lyi Yan squeezed out a few trembling words from her throat with difficulty. She looked straight at Qi Mingyu and held Yan Xuan's hand tightly.

"Because..." Qi Mingyu looked at Yan Xuan who was lying on the bed in despair. At that moment, he saw tears falling from the corner of his eyes and his slightly trembling eyelashes. "Yan Xuan!"