Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 253 She Will Go

The next morning, Shen Qianhe woke up early and stared at the door.

Her heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and Gu Wanwan walked in carrying a thermal bag with a gentle smile on her face.

"Qianhe, the doctor said you can go see Xie Jincheng, but you can only stay for ten minutes."

As Gu Wanwan spoke, she placed the thermal bag on the bedside table, opened the lid, and the aroma of steaming porridge instantly filled the air.

"Really? Then let's go now!"

When Shen Qianhe heard this, he immediately threw off the quilt and struggled to get out of bed.

She moved so quickly that she almost fell off the bed.

Gu Wanwan quickly stepped forward to support her, with a tone of reproach in her voice: "Don't be impatient! If you move like this, the wound will split open!"

Shen Qianhe didn't care about that. He grabbed Gu Wanwan's wrist tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Wanwan, take me to see him quickly. I don't want to wait even a minute!"

Gu Wanwan sighed and held her shoulders. "I know you are anxious, but you haven't recovered yet, so you can't do anything rash. I'll push the wheelchair over, but before I go, you have to finish this bowl of porridge first."

She pointed to the porridge in the thermos bag and said in an unquestionable tone, "Otherwise, I won't take you with me!"

Shen Qianhe bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, but she still nodded: "Okay, I'll drink it!"

She took the bowl of porridge handed to her by Gu Wanwan and almost wolfed it down.

The porridge was at just the right temperature, with a faint aroma of rice, but she couldn't taste anything. Her mind was full of Xie Jincheng's appearance.

Gu Wanwan felt sad when she saw her like this, but she still forced a smile: "Drink slowly, don't choke."

After drinking the porridge, Gu Wanwan pushed the wheelchair over and carefully helped Shen Qianhe sit on it.

The two walked through the long corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

Shen Qianhe's eyes were fixed on the front, his fingers unconsciously stroking the armrests of the wheelchair, and he prayed silently in his heart.

At the end of the corridor, the door of the intensive care unit gradually came into view.

Gu Wanwan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped outside the intensive care unit. Through the thick glass window, Shen Qianhe's eyes instantly fixed on Xie Jincheng lying on the bed.

His head was wrapped in thick gauze, which made his face look even paler and almost blended in with the white sheets beneath him.

The wires of various instruments were entangled around his body, like invisible shackles, trapping him in this cold space.

The ticking sounds of the instruments were regular and harsh, reminding Shen Qianhe that his life was being sustained by these cold machines.

"Xie Jincheng..."

Shen Qianhe's voice was choked, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not make any more sounds.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but found that the more she wiped, the more tears came.

Memories suddenly overlap at this moment.

In a trance, she seemed to remember that in her previous life, the person lying on the intensive care bed was her, and the person standing outside the glass window with a haggard face and bloodshot eyes was Xie Jincheng.

At that time, did he also call her name over and over again through the glass, praying that she would wake up?

Now everything is turned upside down.

She became the one standing outside, while he was lying inside.

Shen Qianhe's lips were bitten white, and he even tasted a hint of sweet and fishy taste.

A strong sense of regret surged in her heart, overwhelming her like a tide.

If she hadn't been so willful at the time, if she had listened to the rescuers' instructions and evacuated to a safe place with her father, would Xie Jincheng not have been injured in order to protect her? Wouldn't he be lying here, with his life or death uncertain?

"Come in, I'll wait for you outside."

Gu Wanwan's voice sounded softly, with a hint of soothing.

Shen Qianhe nodded and tried to calm himself down.

The nurse pushed her into the ward and closed the door gently behind her.

The ward was very quiet, with only the ticking of instruments and Xie Jincheng's weak breathing.

Her fingers trembled as she gently held his hand.

His palms were cold and his fingertips were slightly curled, as if he wanted to grasp something but was too weak to do so.

"Xie Jincheng, I'm here..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of waking him up, or as if she was afraid that he couldn't hear her.

She lowered her head and placed a kiss on the back of his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of his hand.

You must wake up..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and a bit of pleading, "We still have a lot of things to do and a lot of places to go. You promised to give me an island, you can't go back on your word..."

She stroked his cheek gently with her fingers, and her heart ached when her fingertips touched his slightly cool skin.

Her voice was gentle but firm, as if she wanted to engrave these words into his heart.

"You know what? I love you very much. I have loved you for a long time. But I have never dared to say it or admit it. But now, I don't want to wait any longer."

Her tears kept flowing, and her voice became lower and lower, almost turning into a whisper.

"Xie Jincheng, did you hear that? I love you..."

Outside the ward, Gu Wanwan quietly looked at Shen Qianhe in the ward through the glass.

She sighed softly and turned back to lean against the wall.

The coolness from the wall penetrated her skin through her thin clothes, making her a little more awake.

Just then, the cell phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence in the corridor.

Gu Wanwan took out her cell phone, and the words "Song Yubai" appeared on the screen.

She took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello?"

"Wanwan, how is Qianhe?"

Song Yubai's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of concern.

Gu Wanwan looked back at Shen Qianhe in the ward and said in a low voice, "She is here with Xie Jincheng. She is not in a good mood."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Song Yubai's voice sounded again, with a more serious tone: "Grandpa's funeral is scheduled for 10 a.m. If Qianhe's body can't bear it, don't force her to attend."

Gu Wanwan pursed her lips and her eyes fell on Shen Qianhe's back.

She knew that Shen Qianhe would definitely go.

No matter how weak her body was, no matter how painful her heart was, she would definitely go to see Mr. Xie off for the last time.

"She will go."

Song Yubai didn't seem surprised, he just said "hmm" lightly: "Okay, I'll pick you up when the time comes."