Ning Yue was so angry that she cried, but she finally looked at him. Cheng Chuhao continued, "Don't cry, are there any medicine? Is there any medicine? Is there any life? Is it a pity for a dead horse!"

Ning Yue finally remembered something: "You guys go out, you all go out, I want to stay alone with him for a while."

Everyone who was immersed in sadness had no intention of thinking about what mystery Cheng Chuhao was fighting. He heard Ning Yue say that he wanted to stay alone with Song Chengyi for a while. Yuchi Yuanshan, Song Guoqiang, and Song Chengkong took out. Chengyi was like this. It was reasonable that Ning Yue wanted to take a good look at him. In the future, if you want to see him again, you will have no chance.

Gu Yichen looked at Ning Yue, whose eyes were red when she cried and even her lips were bitten. He felt a stinging pain in his heart. He admitted that he liked her and still liked her now. He never thought of replacing Song Chengyi's position, but now, he really wanted to travel here for Song Chengyi, and he didn't want to see her so sad and sad.

He couldn't do anything, and even gave her a hug that she could rely on like Yuchi Qiming. He had to pull Mu Chaoyang out and leave this last time for them.

Xiaofeng and Xu Wei also went out, and Yuchi Qiming was afraid that his sister would be unable to think: "Lingling!"

Cheng Chuhao pulled him up: "Qi Ming, let's go out and let them stay alone for a while."

The moment the door closed, Ning Yue, who was originally standing beside the bed, quickly helped Song Chengyi up, half held it in his arms, and stuffed his fingers into his mouth: "Chengyi, drink water, you drink water."

The water flowed into his mouth, and he had no ability to swallow, and it flowed out along the corners of his mouth.

Ning Yue put the man flat again and unbuttoned the military uniform on his chest. His whole chest was covered with black and blue, and his bruises were scratched. Ning Yue kept applying all the water from his fingertips to his wound. After tossing for a long time, there was no effect at all. Song Chengyi still had no heartbeat or breathing.

Ning Yue stubbornly refused to give up until Song Chengyi's body and the hospital bed were all wet until the spiritual spring at her fingertips was cut off.

She finally couldn't hold on and knelt on the edge of the bed.

She held his big hand: "Chengyi, get up, stop sleeping, how can you? How can you leave me alone? Didn't you agree to have a old age together? Did you agree to have a son and a daughter?"

All the vows have become bubbles, and she is the only one left. How can I fulfill them?

How much happiness I have had before, now it is ten times more painful. Farewell is a word that no one wants to accept.

She gently pressed her face against Song Chengyi's chest, feeling the last trace of warmth on his body, pretending to be strong and not wanting to cry anymore, but she still couldn't help but whimper from low to indifference.

The injured Song Chengyi was in pain all over his body, and his chest felt like he was pressing a thousand pounds of stone. He was breathing gently. He wanted to hold on to the hospital, but the gradual loss of physical strength and blood made him know that he might not be able to withstand this time, and he didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to Ningning when he was alive.

Fortunately, when Yuchi Qiming came, he tried his best to open his eyes and gave him the comb made of the cow horns he picked up in the wilderness two days ago, asking him to tell Ning Ning that he loved her, which had consumed his last strength.

Suddenly the pain disappeared, and the whole body floated up extremely lightly...
Chapter completed!