Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 431: The Depressing Hospital

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: The Depressing Hospital

The doctor said if they had been half an hour later, or perhaps not even half an hour, it would have been impossible to save Mr. He.

Mr. He was kidnapped from his office, at that time wearing only a long underwear top and a wool sweater. The criminals didn’t give him any clothes after taking him; he was bound in the cold, ice-forming, drafty factory for over ten hours. How could an elderly man in his sixties or seventies withstand that?

Fortunately, less than two minutes after He Xing hung up the phone with Bai Qian, the surgery was over.

The doctor said Mr. He was out of danger and just needed proper care from then on; this was the best news He Xing had heard in two days.

An hour later, a piece of devastating news arrived: Xia Ning’s heartbeat had stopped, and she was rushed to the ICU; it was said that the dagger had struck her heart.

He Xing left Mr. He in the care of Old Zhou and Liang Tao and waited outside the ICU himself.

During that time, Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng, the father and son, arrived. They blamed He Xing one after another, and when the nurses repeatedly reminded them to be quiet, they turned a deaf ear.

He Xing had never imagined that someone’s words could be so unpleasant; yes, unpleasant. They said He Xing was Xia Family’s nemesis, specifically there to curse them. Du Wanting had been cursed to death by He Xing, and now it was Xia Ning’s turn.

In response, He Xing did not argue. He didn’t know how to argue, because both Du Wanting and Xia Ning were injured while trying to save him.

Deep down, he wished more than anyone that Xia Ning would be alright. Since Xia Ning was admitted to the hospital, he had made countless calls and invited all the best surgeons in the city. Additionally, he had contacted the blood bank in advance. It could be said that he had mobilized all the resources he could.

Fortunately, very fortunately!

Three hours after Xia Ning was admitted to the ICU, the doctor came out to tell He Xing that Xia Ning was out of life-threatening danger, and two hours before that, Xia Ning had been transferred to a regular ward.

He Xing had left Xia Ning’s ward just ten minutes ago, claiming he was going to see Mr. He; however, although Mr. He’s ward was on the same floor as Xia Ning’s, visiting Mr. He was just an excuse for He Xing. The main reason he left was that he really couldn’t continue to stay in Xia Ning’s ward.

It was true that Xia Ning was injured and her condition was very serious. However, her hands and feet were fine and she could feed herself, or at the very least, she could ask a nurse to feed her. But she insisted on having He Xing feed her.

Although He Xing knew more than a decade ago that Xia Ning was a girl who liked to act coy, he still felt today that he had misjudged her. Xia Ning was not just acting coy; she was pleading with her life.

It was just a bowl of rice porridge, but when He Xing fed her big mouthfuls, she would claim her mouth was too small to fit them. Although the nurse said the porridge was no longer hot, Xia Ning demanded that He Xing blow on each spoonful before she would eat it.

Making things worse, Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng were like adding fuel to the fire, making sarcastic comments. Without Xia Ning, He Xing would have been long gone by now, they commented, even getting impatient feeding her now.

In essence, it was He Xing who owed the Xia Family. Although filled with rage inside, he could only endure. There was nothing else he could do.

A bowl of porridge, which could have been eaten in a few minutes, took an hour for Xia Ning to finish. In the end, she even brazenly asked He Xing to help her wipe her mouth and apply lipstick...

He Xing couldn’t understand why someone in the hospital still needed to wear lipstick; when Fu Han was hospitalized, she never bothered with such things. She just had a bare face and perhaps would only apply some sunscreen when going out.

Finally, someone called Xia Ning, and He Xing seized the opportunity to quickly leave. He really couldn’t stay any longer. If he did, he felt he would inevitably lose his temper.

The wind outside the window became gentler, and the swaying of the leaves wasn’t as vigorous as before. He Xing’s body temperature was also gradually recovering.

He took out his phone intending to call Fu Han, but then he suddenly remembered it was nighttime over there; she should be sleeping.

He Xing thought, instead of calling, he could send a message, so Fu Han would see it first thing in the morning.

But before he could finish composing his message, he received one from Fu Han. The content was simple, and it could be summed up in one sentence: Let’s break up!

He read it many times over, almost doubting if there was something wrong with his eyes. Was it just because he couldn’t make it to M Country as planned? It’s not like he wasn’t going at all. Why did Fu Han want to break up?

A few minutes later, he calmed down a little and dialed Fu Han’s number, only to get a message that the call could not be connected. He tried to send her a message, both text and Whatsapp indicated they couldn’t be delivered; Fu Han had blocked him.

A nameless rage boiled up in He Xing’s heart. He felt like an over-inflated balloon about to burst, desperately needing somewhere to vent his anger.

Veins on He Xing’s forehead bulged, and his face and neck turned red. His view was still of the blue sky and white clouds, but the vastness was framed by the small window, reduced to a window’s width of space.

He clenched his fists tightly, his bones creaking, and he felt like his teeth would shatter. In the end, he couldn’t control himself, and his fist swung forward with force.

If Fu Han were by his side, or even if he could contact Fu Han, he would certainly want to ask her why, why she was always so capricious, breaking up on a whim, calling off the engagement, and getting together whenever she wanted. Why?

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of He Xing’s mouth. Why, of course, because he loved Fu Han. The favored are always fearless; for him, she was the only one, the one he vowed not to marry anyone else, the one he couldn’t live without.

But... but still...

He Xing’s eyes felt sore, and the wind sneaking through the crack of the window seemed even sharper. Tears had already reached the brink of his eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

He tilted his head back, blinking hard, trying to force the tears back. But it was futile; a tear, like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf at dawn, eventually slipped down the corner of his eye.

Should he give up? After all, this relationship wearied her. She never tried to understand him, always demanding that he shouldn’t be nice to Xia Family members, always blaming him for not being attentive enough!

But how could he give up? Loving her was as natural as breathing, eating, drinking. As long as he was alive, he would surely love her, day by day, month by month, year by year, for a lifetime, unceasingly!

Another tear fell, as if something shattered on the floor with a breaking sound. As for that tear, it disappeared as soon as it touched the pristine floor, blending in, unseen.