Chapter 2923

When Huarong woke up from her lethargy, there was not an hour.

She opened her eyes vaguely and smelled the bitterness of the disinfectant in the air.

Leaning over her head, she saw a tall figure standing by the window with a slight tremor in her heart. She couldn't help calling out, "Feng..."

Luo Tuo, a man standing by the window, turns around with his upright and handsome face against the light, which is far more mature and cold than Fengjin.

"Big brother..." Her voice dropped and tears rolled down her eyes.

Fengzhen stood by the window and looked at her. Her tone didn't waver. She was as calm and calm as ever, and contained military dignity and experience: "you just slept for an hour, and Xiaojin hasn't come out of the operating room. You can have a rest for a while."

Huarong shook his head, lifted the quilt and stumbled out of bed. He said in a low voice: "no, I have to find him..."

Feng Zhen stretched out her hand and grasped her thin shoulder bone. The man's strong and strong eyebrows frowned, silently with a bit of dignity: "you are not a doctor, go to also have no effect." He looked down at her white face and asked, "do you think you can hold on to it now?"

Huarong tried to push him away, but the man's hand fell on her shoulder, without exerting any pressure, which made her unbearable. Her body shook and was pushed back to bed by Fengzhen.

"You have a good rest." He looked at her in a low voice. "Xiaojin's business is not your fault. You don't need to blame yourself too much."

“……” Huarong closed her eyes trembling, and she felt a little out of breath. She hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees.

Now, no comfort can comfort her, only Feng Jin can safely come out of the operating room.

Only at this moment can we understand that in the face of life and death, hate and love are too small, so small

As long as he can come out of the operating room alive, whatever, she can.

……

Being guarded by Fengzhen, she couldn't leave the rest room.

Huarong holds her legs and sits in a daze on the bed.

But the heart in her chest was beating fast. Fear was like a deadly virus, which made her heart constrict and difficult to breathe.

Half an hour later, Fengzhen received a phone call, his fair face expression slightly changed, was quickly captured by Huarong, "is Fengjin out?"

“……” Feng Zhen slightly frowned, and looked at her gently. Before saying anything, Huarong looked at his face and seemed to have noticed something. She jumped down from the bed with a pale face and ran towards the operating room with bare feet and dishevelled hair.

The tall man slowly withdrew his sight. He slowly took a deep breath until his chest was completely filled with air, and then he could hold back the dull pain from his heart.

There was a trace of regret in his deep eyes.

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Fengjin was not rescued.

He's alive, but he can't open his eyes.

The doctor said that although the operation was timely, the bullet rubbed the heart in the past, which caused too many injuries. It was up to the will to wake up.

Huarong is going crazy by the news.

She can't take this.

There is no way to accept the answer.

She didn't understand how anyone in the world could be so willful as to force her with his own life.

He's dead. Where is he going to take her?

Can she live well for the rest of her life?

In this world, why is there a man like Feng Jin who does what he likes and is irresponsible?