The female secretary carried her suitcase and followed quickly behind her.

…

Morning, ten o'clock.

Hospital No. A.

At this time, the situation in the entire intensive care unit was unprecedentedly serious and critical!

"Beep..." On the heartbeat chart, Qiu Yiren's originally weak heartbeat suddenly stopped!

Huh~!

At this moment, Chen Zongheng suddenly stood up from his chair!

Hong Yanwen's pretty face changed, "Quick! Pacemaker! Defibrillator!!"

Hong Yanwen shouted anxiously!

Whoosh!

A group of medical staff rushed to get the instruments!

Hong Yanwen picked up the defibrillator, pointed it at Qiu Yiren's chest, and shuddered hard!

‘Bang!’ Qiu Yiren’s chest was shaken violently by the medical equipment!

The whole body was shaken violently!

The defibrillator uses high-voltage current to shock the patient, trying to restore the patient's heartbeat!

‘Bang!’

‘Bang!’

‘Bang!’

Hong Yanwen used a pacemaker to Qiu Yiren's chest, trembling and pacing continuously!

finally.

"Beep, beep, beep..." The instrument showed that Qiu Yiren's heartbeat started to revive again.

At this time, Hong Yanwen's forehead was already covered with sweat!

"What should I do? Team Leader Hong?"

The medical staff looked solemn and complicated, looking at Hong Yanwen anxiously.

At this time, Hong Yanwen looked solemn and helpless as never before.

this.

The ability of cold bacteria to divide and mutate was completely beyond her imagination.

Even hormones don't work.

"What's going on?" Chen Zongheng looked solemnly, stared at Hong Yanwen, and asked coldly.

"The cold bacteria divide...too fast and completely occupy the peak. The patient's body's own immunity is completely...not enough to resist the invasion of cold bacteria."

Hong Yanwen's face was more solemn than ever before, and she spoke in a complicated manner.

There was silence in the intensive care room.

All the medical staff remained silent.

This is a result that no one wants to see.

Can.

Now, it's Qiu Yiren's last time.

She may have already anticipated her own ending.

A week ago, she had predicted that...if she could not develop a vaccine to defeat the cold bacteria within seven days...

Then, she...

Hong Yanwen sighed with beautiful eyes, endless complexity and helplessness flashed through her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly red.

Looking at the patient, he was lying in front of him.

But she is powerless.

Helpless.

She hesitated, then suddenly took out a fully folded letter from the pocket of her white coat and handed it to Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng raised his eyes slightly, looking at her with cold and doubtful eyes.

"Please, Miss Qiu Yiren. She said that if she can't wake up... she will ask me to pass this letter to you." Hong Yanwen said softly with a complicated voice.

Chen Zongheng's eyes narrowed, and he slowly took the letter.

He glanced at Qiu Yiren, who was unconscious and unbelieving on the hospital bed. Her heartbeat... breathing was almost at the limit of her life.

For some reason, at this moment, Death's heart felt a little inexplicable, as if it had been stabbed by a knife.

He turned around and came to the window sill of the ward alone.

Opened the letter:

[Mr. Chen, I'm sorry. I didn't expect that in the end... I would say goodbye to you in this way. 】

[Thank you for taking care of me these days. I will remember your life-saving grace in my heart. However, I will never be able to repay it in this life. 】

[If there is an afterlife, I will repay you for your life-saving grace.]

[After I left, I established a fund trust in your name with assets of 20 billion. Thank you for taking care and protecting me and the Qiu family these days. In addition, you lent me money and bills.

All are recorded on the group's bill. The group will repay you as normal.】

[After I leave, Project

[Oh, by the way, there is one more sentence that I have been holding in my heart for a long time, and I have never dared to say it to you. But now that we are separated, I can’t hold it in anymore. Mr. Chen, you are actually quite handsome. At least, yes

As far as I'm concerned.]

[Okay, no more talking. If there is an afterlife, goodbye. 】

[Qiu Yiren, handwritten. January 31, 2020.]

After reading the contents of this letter.

Chen Zongheng's expression was complex, stunned, and inexplicable.

This god of death is as cold as a mountain.

At this moment, the hand holding the letter was trembling a little.

The handwriting on the envelope is very clean and neat.

It seems that I can imagine... her sitting on the hospital bed, stretching out her trembling hands, writing this letter to herself word by word.

That woman knew a long time ago... that she didn't have much time left.

She left a 20 billion fund to Chen Zongheng.

To repay the life-saving grace these days?

this.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were more complex than ever before...

What if there is an afterlife?

goodbye.

But, is there an afterlife?

He once asked Buddha whether he was destined to be with her.

Buddha said, you have no fate with her.

He said, seek fate.

The Buddha said, then you will have to wait for thousands of years.

In these thousand years, you have seen her, but she does not know you are there.

Are you willing to wait?

He replied that he was willing to wait.

In that life, he was a king, and his bloody hands were called emperor.

Thousands of beauties are by his side, but I don't know who is in his chest.

Until that day I met her, the most gorgeous flower,

But the country is going to fight, and I don't know who will end up with her.
To be continued...