Chapter 373

Yuxuan stood there like a puppet, motionless.

The doctor said he couldn't last 24 hours.

Looking at the man's familiar eyebrows and eyes, she wondered why he had to stop her at the moment of dying?

After that unbearable night three years ago, Yuxuan hated Shi Junye so much.

That night's harsh and rough plunder, she felt that he was a devil, so she let herself bear the pain of tearing.

But now, he's dying.

Yuxuan didn't feel angry. She just felt so heavy that she was about to lose her breath.

She was stunned in the ICU for a long time. The nurse changed bags of potions back and forth, and no one took care of her at all.

One night, the instrument buzzed twice.

The doctor rushed in for emergency treatment. Yuxuan knew that these two times were very dangerous. If he was careless, Shi Junye would never wake up again.

Her slender body stood in the corner, watching everyone try their best to get him back from death.

Finally, the curve radian of the instrument returned to normal, and Shi Junye still lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

Looking at his lifeless face, time seemed to freeze.

Until Shi Qi came in, Yuxuan didn't take back his lax line of sight without focus.

"Talk to him!" Shi Qi's voice was not sharp, but there was a cold command, "I don't care what method you use, I want him to survive! His father is dead. I can't lose my son anymore. Shi Yuxuan, do you hear me?! "

Shi Qi reached out and pressed her shoulder, gritting her teeth and shaking her.

Yuxuan was pushed and fell to the ground, got up again and stood in front of the hospital bed.

Only Shi Junye's pale face can be seen.

After a long time, she held out her hand and gently put it on the back of his hand with the needle of the infusion tube.

His veins bulge with blue veins.

After playing the piano for more than ten years, the hands are very slender, with distinct joints, but there is no temperature at all.

She caressed the skin on the back of his hand carefully.

Want to pass his temperature to him, only to find that his temperature is not as cold as words.

Shi Junye did not respond.

For three days, he lay there motionless, as if he were just an unconscious body.

The potions changed bag after bag, the nurses changed shift after shift, but he never woke up.

Every day, two nurses take turns to stay in the ICU just in case, but only she stays motionless.

She dared not close her eyes. She was afraid that she would hear the news of his death when she woke up.

She hates him, but she doesn't want Shi Junye to pay for it at such a heavy price.

Yuxuan didn't know when he fell down tired. When he woke up, he found himself lying in the bedroom of a Western-style building in the suburbs.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, she pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled bitterly.

He propped himself up downstairs and saw the grand piano.

Once in the most glorious position of the Golden Concert Hall, the bright crystal lamp on the top shed light and fell on the tall and tall figure. Shi Junye's slender white fingers stroked the keys and played amazing music.

His temperament goes well with the piano.

Dazzling but elegant and restrained.

Once, Yuxuan liked to nest on the swing in the yard and watch men and gentlemen sit gracefully in front of the piano.

She is always immersed in notes in the sunshine at two o'clock in the afternoon.

She walked up to the piano and brushed the black and white keys with her fingers. She sat in a chair.

Actually, she can play the piano.

Shi Junye taught her.

She knows nothing, but he teaches patiently.

Lying helplessly on the piano, Yuxuan cried.