Terminal myocardial infarction …
He had never mentioned it.
Bei Wu finally understood everything. No wonder he wanted to divorce her.
He was hiding it from her.
He didn't want to burden her.
Bei Wu looked at the frail Murong Jiancheng on the bed, her eyes watery. "Is there a way to treat this myocardial infarction?"
Sikong Heng nodded, his voice low and gentle. "We can perform a stent surgery. As long as Emperor Murong doesn't give up, I have the confidence to save him!"
"That's great. Doctor Sikong, I'm really sorry to trouble you. You've worked so hard recently." Bei Wu looked at Sikong Heng sincerely.
Sikong Heng had indeed been very busy recently. Whenever something happened, he would be the one to shoulder it all.
"You're welcome. It's my duty." Sikong Heng's lips curved into a smile, he gave her a few more instructions before turning to leave.
Bei Wu stood guard in front of the ward, holding Murong Jiancheng's hand tightly. Then she leaned against the bed and closed her eyes.
Jun Xiqing watched from the side. She was very touched. When His Majesty fell, Auntie was very strong. Their hands were tightly held together, and nothing could ever separate them again.
Including life and death.
Jun Xiqing reached out to turn off the lights in the ward and walked out.
…
The next morning.
Bei Wu squeezed out a warm towel and wiped Murong Jiancheng's face.
He was still unconscious and Bei Wu's actions were very gentle.
After wiping his face, she used the towel to wipe his hands. At this moment, his long fingers suddenly moved.
Bei Wu was startled. She thought she was seeing things.
At this moment, his fingers moved again.
Bei Wu quickly lifted her head. Murong Jiancheng had already opened his eyes and was looking at her.
He was awake!
He had woken up so quickly!
Bei Wu smiled happily. "Hubby, don't move. I'll go get the doctor now!"
She turned around.
At this moment, Murong Jiancheng reached out and grabbed her sleeve.
Bei Wu stopped and bent down, bringing her delicate face to his lips. "Hubby, what do you want to say? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you thirsty?"
Murong Jiancheng moved his dry lips and said in a weak and hoarse voice, "It's … been hard on you."
The first thing he said was that she had worked hard.
Bei Wu's eyes quickly became misty. She reached out and covered his thin lips. She said softly, "I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"
Murong Jiancheng held her face and gently kissed her red lips.
Bei Wu took the initiative to cater to him and their lips intertwined. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and let him kiss her.
Murong Jiancheng had only wanted to give her a light kiss, but her passionate response made his breathing quicken.
The two of them reluctantly parted.
Bei Wu didn't leave. He pressed his forehead against her face intimately.
Sensing that his breathing was unstable, Bei Wu asked him anxiously, "Hubby, are you okay?"
Murong Jiancheng was still very weak at the moment. He had used all his strength in this kiss, making him want more.
He said, "It's okay, don't worry."
"Then I'll go look for the doctor. Be good and rest." Bei Wu stood up and left the ward.
…
In the cloister, an acquaintance came. It was Elle.
"Madam Bei, I heard that His Majesty was injured and is in the hospital. Can I go in to see him?"
Elle used to be the person that Murong Jiancheng wanted to date seriously. Bei Wu was not generous enough to be friends with Elle, so she laid her cards on the table and said, "Miss Elle, we have reconciled and will not divorce again. I love my husband very much, and my husband loves me very much."
Upon hearing this, Elle immediately laughed. "Madam Bei, His Majesty hasn't told you yet. I am actually a doctor. His Majesty and I are not dating. Everything you see is fake."
What?
Bei Wu was stunned.
"Madam Bei, some time ago, His Majesty was diagnosed with a late-stage heart attack, but he didn't intend to tell President Lu or you.
"His Majesty said that you suffered a lot when you married him when you were young. He also said that on your wedding night, you told him that you wanted to be with him forever, so he remembered it for the rest of his life. His Majesty also said that he didn't want to be a burden to you and wanted to give you freedom.
"Madam Bei, I also love His Majesty, but he loves you very much and only you. When he has a heart attack, he calls out your name."
Elle's words echoed in Bei Wu's ears. Every word and sentence hit her heart.
Murong Jiancheng was such a fool!
She curved her red lips in the light of her own tears.
…
In the ward, Murong Jiancheng had already sat up. Bei Wu had returned and was pouting.
Murong Jiancheng cautiously glanced at her expression and quickly came to a conclusion. This woman was angry.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
Bei Wu poured a glass of warm water, tested the temperature, and fed it to his lips.
Murong Jiancheng drank half the glass of water with her hand. At this moment, he heard her say, "I saw your new lover, Elle."
Murong Jiancheng froze. "What did she say to him?"
Bei Wu snorted. "She said that you are a bad liar!"
With that, she turned around.
"Madam!"
Murong Jiancheng reached out to hug her.
Bei Wu refused and flung him away.
At this moment, she heard him groan and Murong Jiancheng's tall and handsome body directly fell onto the bed.
Bei Wu was so shocked that she couldn't breathe. She had only flung him lightly just now. How did he fall?
She threw the glass of water away and quickly climbed onto the bed. "Hubby, what's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose … Ah!"
Murong Jiancheng suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Her head rested on his thick chest. Her delicate body was tightly held by his strong arms and she could hear his steady and powerful heartbeat. Bei Wu wanted to punch him, but she was afraid of hurting his wound. She could only bite her lips angrily. "Hubby, you've really become bad!"
Murong Jiancheng pulled the quilt over and covered both of them. He leaned over and kissed her face. He chuckled. "Madam, I was afraid that you would be angry and ignore me."
"Now that you know how to be afraid, why didn't you do it earlier? It's just a late-stage heart attack. If we're sick, we should treat it. Why did you push me away?"
Murong Jiancheng had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know how to express them. He could only coax her clumsily. "Madam, if you're really angry, then pinch me hard."
"You said it. Don't blame me if it hurts."
Murong Jiancheng patted his thick chest. "Come on, your husband will definitely not say a word."
Bei Wu buried her face in his arms. Her little hand slid down his chest and she pinched him hard.
Murong Jiancheng's entire body stiffened. His eyes were red as he looked at the woman in his arms and he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice. "Madam, please let me off this time. Your husband will definitely not dare to do it again."
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