Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"Go back and change your clothes."

Song Yanzhi walked up to the man who had kept his head down with the help of a crutch. He could not see the man's expression, but could only see the bloodstains still remaining on his handsome face.

"You're covered in blood. Sister Yi will be worried when she sees you."

Ling Che didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and kept fiddling with the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

The black Buddhist beads had been worn on his hand for so long that they had become shiny and lustrous.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the closed operating room and said in a hoarse voice, "Please keep an eye on her for me. I'll be back soon."

Listening to his hoarse voice, Song Yanzhi finally saw the bloodshot under his eyes. He was nothing like the arrogant and unruly Ling Che he knew before.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost something important.

Song Yanzhi looked at his leaving back and suddenly remembered a word.

Lost my soul.

......

After instructing Qi Jin and Qi Shui to stay at the hospital, Ling Che drove back to Yujingwan, washed off the blood on his body, changed into clean clothes, and drove away again.

The black Gust drove straight to Lingguang Temple.

The man got out of the car and stood at the gate of Lingguang Temple in a solemn black suit. He looked at the smoke rising from the temple in the distance, and then there was a little light in his scarlet eyes.

A breeze blew by, messing up the corners of his clothes and hair, and lightly covering his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

He held the Buddhist beads in his hand and walked into the temple step by step devoutly.

The abbot, wearing a cassock and holding Buddhist beads while chanting scriptures, stood in the sunshine of the temple with a smile on his face and a compassionate look in his eyes.

"Amitabha." The abbot looked at him. "Mr. Ling, are you here to burn incense today?"

"Pray to the Buddha." Ling Che cast off all his unruly behavior, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to him devoutly, "Thank you for your help."

"Mr. Ling, please follow me."

The abbot led him to the Buddha of Eternal Life and handed him the lit incense. "Mr. Ling, is your wish the same as before?"

"Yes." Ling Che took the incense and knelt down before the Buddha with great piety, "Pray for her safety."

"You've been offering fireworks to this temple for ten years, always praying for one person," the abbot asked. "Don't you want to pray for yourself?"

"She's good, I'm good."

He had nothing else to ask for.

Ling Che knelt deeply in front of the Eternal Buddha again.

"But I see you're not feeling well." The abbot stood beside him, holding his Buddhist beads, his eyes bright. "Compared to the last time you came, you seem even more worried."

"Buddha has mercy on me, please forgive me for saying one more thing." The abbot looked at him, "Mr. Ling, only by letting go can you gain."

Only by letting go can you gain.

Ling Che held up the incense sticks to the Buddha of Eternal Life. He had nothing left to let go of.

What else can I let go of?

In this life, there was nothing he wanted except Qiao Ruyi.

How to let go and what to get.

Kneeling deeply for the last time, he prayed, "As long as she is safe, I am willing to exchange my life for hers."

When we left the temple, the sun was shining brightly.

The abbot took the Buddhist beads from his hand, chanted a few scriptures, and put them on his wrist again.

His eyes were still compassionate, and there seemed to be the same light of compassion for everyone as that of the Eternal Buddha.

"As smoke rises from the ancient temple, the wishes of those who pray rise." The abbot held his Buddhist beads. "Mr. Ling, may the people you pray for be safe and sound, and may their wishes be granted."

......

More than four hours later, the door of the operating room finally opened.

The man immediately stood up and walked over to the doctor in a white coat.

At this moment, the clothes under Cheng Yimu's white coat were soaked with sweat, and there were obvious beads of sweat on his forehead.

He took off his mask, looked at the man in front of him whose expression was stern but could not hide his anxiety, and nodded.

"Success."

Hearing this, the man in front of him relaxed his brow for a moment, as if he had finally breathed a sigh of relief and came back to life.

"The bullet shattered her right shoulder blade, and coupled with the excessive blood loss, she was lucky enough to survive."

Cheng Yimu looked at Ling Che with a cold tone, "As a doctor, I don't ask how the patient was injured. But as a man, I really want to ask you, how did she get injured like this!"

Her right shoulder blade was where his heart was.

With the marksmanship of those professional killers, if she hadn't rushed over to block it, Ling Che would have been dead for sure.

His eyes trembled, and he did not answer Cheng Yimu's words, but looked towards the operating room, "When can she come out, when will she wake up?"

"She'll be able to come out in a while." Cheng Yimu said, "She's been given general anesthesia. She won't wake up until the anesthesia wears off."

Ling Che looked at him and said softly, "Thank you."

Cheng Yimu was a little surprised. "It's really not easy to hear these two words from President Ling."

But no matter what, he saw the man's care and heartache in his eyes.

He is in love.

Ruyi also loves him.

"Wait for her to come out and keep a good eye on her." He stepped forward and warned, "I'll come to see her later."

......

The ward was so quiet that the only sounds that could be heard were the beeping of machines and the man's breathing.

He sat beside the bed, staring at her pale face quietly.

From her beautiful eyebrows to her lightly closed eyes, to her straight nose, and finally to her less rosy lips.

His eyes carefully depicted her delicate features, full of affection and tenderness.

"Qiao Ruyi, the person lying here shouldn't be you."

He spoke softly, his voice low and hoarse, "Originally, none of this had anything to do with you. I selfishly dragged you into this."

He took her hand with the IV drip and gently rubbed it against his lips. "When you took the blame for me, I kept thinking, if I hadn't trained you, you might not have such agility, and you wouldn't have been hurt. Was it right or wrong for me to teach you this?"

He gently brushed away the strands of hair from her forehead. Her thin body was sunken in the white sheets, and her breathing was so light, so light that he almost thought he had lost her forever.

At that moment, he was thinking that apart from Qiao Ruyi, he had nothing to lose.

If Qiao Ruyi left him, he would be a beggar with nothing.

Life or death no longer matters to him.

He doesn't care about any honor bestowed upon him, he only cares about whether the woman he deeply loves can live a peaceful and happy life.

There was a sound of light footsteps at the door, and the sound of a cane.

Ling Che looked at Qiao Ruyi deeply, then stood up and looked at the three people who had just entered. His eyes fell on Song Xilan and Fang Ran, "She's almost awake. You two should stay with her."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

Song Yanzhi grabbed his arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

"See someone." Ling Che lowered his eyes and glanced at his leg on crutches. "It's almost healed. Don't forget what you promised me."

"No, when did I promise you?" Song Yanzhi asked.

Ling Che suddenly smiled and said, "Whether you agree or not, I'll take it as your consent."

"You are using unfair terms, you unreasonable capitalist."

"I do not deny."

Ling Che chuckled and walked out of the ward.

The phone in my pocket lit up, displaying a text message sent three minutes ago.

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