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on the surface, several top commanders are from the Rong family's main branch, not to mention those behind the scenes who have intricate connections with the Rong family. In Kyoto, everyone in power...Rong Ling was quickly sent to Shuangmu Hospital, the closest hospital to Beilo Port, for treatment. Shuangmu Hospital is now a nationwide chain hospital, and its presence can be found in major cities across the country. This place is no exception.

All the doctors were prepped and ready. As Rong Ling walked in, they sprang into action. Lin Meng put on a sterile gown and followed them into the operating room. The two young ones also went in, but they were told to sit quietly by the side, with a special nurse watching over them.

Looking at Rong Ling's clothes being taken off, the bandages being untied, a sharp pain shot through Lin Meng. She bit her lip suddenly, stopping the gasp, her eyes fixed on his chest. There, there were three slightly sunken holes, which felt like they were piercing her heart. Hearing him answer the doctor's questions in a low voice, explaining how he had opened up his own chest and removed the bullet, the pain in her heart grew deeper. Why did this kind of pain have to appear on him She would rather it be on herself. What had he done wrong to deserve this!To perform such a dangerous self-surgery inside the mouth of a whale was inconceivable, but also frighteningly close to reality. What if he accidentally fell into the whale's belly What if he hadn't handled it well, and with one forceful movement, he had pierced his own heart!

While she was waiting for him in pain, he was experiencing something truly painful. An ordinary person, even if they just had their finger cut and bled a little, would cry out in pain for half the day. Even a strong man, if his arm was cut, would turn pale slightly. But how many people have the courage to take a knife and dig into their own chest, and do it under these circumstances How many people, even under anesthesia, would be terrified to undergo surgery, but he, he couldn't even have anesthesia. He simply took a knife and stabbed his own chest open!

This must take a lot of willpower!

And this, must be so much pain!

The doctor who operated on him couldn't help but be amazed, looking at him with admiration. But she didn't feel honored at all; she didn't want this kind of honor, not for her whole life. What was there to be proud of, trading her husband's pain for glory and admiration!

As soon as she saw the man's pants being pulled down, the bandages being untied, she finally pulled up the man's big hand and covered her own eyes. Tears, drop by drop, wet his big hand.

On that thigh, old and new wounds were clearly inflicted by a small knife. Some places had been cut so deeply they were oozing pus and hadn't even scabbed over yet.

He wasn't terrifying, in her eyes he never had been. Only heartbreaking, a pain beyond measure.

She knew he must have had a hard time, and she also knew that he wasn't as good as he sounded on the phone. So, she didn't dare to pressure him. Before seeing him, she didn't want her own sadness to worry him, so she could only strongly restrain herself from asking him where he had been all these days, what he had experienced, or how he was doing now. All she could say was "It's okay" over and over again, because she feared that the more he answered, the more it would hurt him.

His own man, how stalwart, how powerful, and how proud. He disdainfully refuses to show others his wounds. She is not a stranger, but he won't let her see his wounds either because he doesn't want to worry her. That's the kind of person he is, bearing all negativity, concealing it all, protecting her in his own way until he can no longer bear it or hide it!

Just how badly is he hurt!

Why wasn't surgery performed directly when it was not found, and wound treatment was not done immediately, but instead waited until now!

Why!

Her heart ached, and it wasn't even for herself!

From the beginning, he was coaxing her, then dragging his body like that, and taking a helicopter to see her. It wasn't for anyone else but her. Yu Xu went to find him by boat, as far as she knew, the rescue equipment and personnel were well-prepared. When she talked to him on the phone, she even thought with relief that he probably wasn't seriously injured, so he could come see her directly, and Yu Xu would be impossible to stop him.

How can such a body of injuries be considered minor!

Before that, while she was unaware, he had already wandered back and forth at the gates of hell countless times!

She always felt like she couldn't bear it anymore, like she was about to die, in excruciating pain. But compared to him, what did any of this matter She was suffering, but the one truly agonizing was him! She had just bitten him, drawing blood, out of resentment for him, for bringing all of this upon them. This could have all been avoided.

That's enough, really enough!

Compared to him, the hardships she had endured these days were nothing more than a melodramatic lament of a petty bourgeois. While he was truly experiencing the agonizing pain of the biting wind cutting through his flesh.

What's there to resent, what's there to be annoyed about Scatter, all of you, scatter! (..tw no pop-up ads) Her man, for the sake of living, for the sake of coming back, has been fighting all along. This persistence is worthy of any long wait she has endured!

Tolerance, tolerance…

Mentally repeating this name, the more I repeat it, the sweeter my heart becomes. It's a sweetness squeezed out from the depths of bitterness!

Pulling away his large hand, she smiled, wiping her tears fiercely with the other.

Don't cry, don't cry anymore!

She wanted to laugh, to laugh bravely and loudly, a laugh for him to see. He loved to see her laugh!

As expected, their eyes met. His were dark and filled with deep compassion, and her smile blossomed even brighter, the corners of her eyes, still glistening with tears, lifted slightly, regaining a hint of allure.

"...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

She reached out and gently stroked his face, soothing him like a child.

"It doesn't hurt, it will be alright in a bit, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt…"

If, he once painfully hated not being able to die immediately; if, he once ached so much that he couldn't help but shed tears, then let all of that pass. After all, there is her now, she will take good care of him. She won't let him take risks anymore, never again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Ignoring the white-coated medical personnel standing around, she paid them no more heed. She lowered her head and gently kissed his face. The smile at the corner of her mouth bloomed like a flower from time to time.

With him, she was willing to bloom for him, revealing her most beautiful self. She also yearned to soothe his wounds, both physical and emotional.

"...little one..."

His voice was a hoarse rasp, and his eyes betrayed him. He was surprised. She demanded to follow him into the operating room, he couldn't stop her, nor did he want to. They had been apart for too long, longing had become a torment, so every minute and second after their reunion was precious. He couldn't bear to let her leave his sight. But he also couldn't control his worry. He knew about the injuries on his body; some were quite horrific, enough to make some little girl cry. His sweetheart wouldn't cry out of fear, but she would definitely cry out of heartbreak.

As expected, she cried, biting her lip and swallowing all her sobs. Her tears were hot, like a salty stream, flowing slowly across his heart, making it tremble and clench into a tight knot, tinged with a bitter and sour taste.

I want to comfort her, but I don't know how to put it into words. Because the wounds she's showing me aren't something that can be fixed by saying "it's okay" or "it's fine." Those words would only make her feel worse.

So, he was helpless! He could be powerful enough to handle anything, even the bullets that could take his life. He could remain calm and collected amidst the agony of a bone-shattering pain. But facing her, his rationality, his composure, his strength, all vanished into thin air.

In his life, there was only this one woman who could make him helpless, and she could so easily make him helpless again and again.

Little one...

This name rolled through his mind many times. Each time, as he moved his lips to begin comforting words, he swallowed them back down again, turning instead into a soft sigh in his heart. Xiao Gua, over and over again…

It was destined that she would give him the most unexpected surprises.

She suddenly burst into a warm smile, her eyes radiating kindness. It was like the second morning after he had landed on a deserted island, finally welcoming the warm sun that slowly melted away the chill left by a lifetime of icy nights, after an experience he thought he would never endure again.

It's very warm, so warm that it makes you want to linger!

He thought of her immediately!

And now, that's exactly what she is!

She said, "It doesn't hurt anymore... It doesn't hurt anymore... It doesn't hurt anymore... No more pain..." Others might not understand and think it strange. The anesthetic has been administered, so where could there be any feeling of pain But he understood exactly what she meant. She was telling him that the past is over. In the past, when he was in excruciating pain, she wasn't by his side to comfort him, missing the opportunity to soothe him. Therefore, she could only make amends now.

"...it doesn't hurt anymore... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

This is comforting the him of the past, washing away the pain in his soul!

It doesn't hurt anymore, really doesn't hurt anymore, she's here, she's here...

In my memory, that incision into the chest flesh, even helplessly digging out the meat, then sewing the wound together like mending clothes with a needle, and even cutting away the rotten flesh on the wound...and those first few nights, gritting my teeth and enduring the pain of each stab into my own legs alone, it faded...little by little it faded...

She's here, she's always been here...

So, faded... faded...

"Little one..." he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hmm" she smiled and leaned in, her warm hands stroking his face gently.

He thought―

"...Hello, so warm!"

A deep sigh, as if a thousand years of lament!

Another flower bloomed at the corner of her mouth!

Her smile is like a blooming flower!

So warm!

So beautiful!

His one hand, holding her small hand, the warm touch, filled his one hand, and also swelled his whole heart.

So heartwarming!

This time, it should really be her. I can touch her, feel her warmth. She's smiling, just like always. It's her laugh, her scent—that faint perfume that somehow overpowers the strong smell of disinfectant in this room…it must be her.

Looking at her, his eyes filled with her image, he slowly closed his eyes, little by little!

This time, there's no need to force your eyes open anymore, let alone squint them until they bleed trying to keep them from closing.

"...sweetheart..."

He called out, something he had thought about thousands of times in his heart, a habitual call. But this time, he received a clear affirmative answer, so distinct, right by his ear.

"Well, I'm here!"

Isn't he right beside you!

He smiled and closed his eyes completely.

Relax!

Because of her!

This was also the first time in half a month that he could sleep so relaxed!

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