Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Xie Gui sat in the hospital corridor, looking at his hands covered in blood, the lingering smell of blood still lingering in his nose.

The bright red words "Operating in progress" in the operating room were like a knife hanging over his head. Xie Gui buried his face in his palms, the bloody smell of Gu Yao on his nose filling his nostrils.

The boy's electrocardiogram, which repeatedly flattened out in the ambulance, felt like a knife tearing at Xie Gui's heart.

Qin Yu paused, looking at Xie Gui who was completely dejected, and sat down next to him with his first-aid kit.

"Thank you, Professor Xie is inside. He is a leading surgeon in China. It's alright."

The young man looked up, his silver-gray eyes now bloodshot. This man, who was always in control, now showed a rare vulnerability. He looked at the dried blood on his hands, where the bits of flesh were now even more clearly visible.

Xie Gui dared not think about how much pain his A Yao was in...

His child, who is so delicate, how could he dare to rush up and shield him from a grenade?

He clearly said he would protect the child, but in the end, it was the child who protected him.

A deep sense of powerlessness lingered in Xie Gui's heart, causing it to sink lower and lower.

"Qin Yu, do you think A Yao will die?"

Xie Gui's voice was light and airy, yet it trembled indescribably. He rubbed his palms helplessly, his face full of self-reproach.

Qin Yu choked, not daring to make any promises.

Although the grenade in Gu Yan's hand wasn't as powerful as the official one, the homemade grenade was still too powerful for a mortal body to withstand.

Moreover, Gu Yao almost took the full force of the grenade's damage in order to protect Xie Gui.

That bloody, mangled wound, so deep it exposed bone, even if his teacher had performed the surgery, he couldn't guarantee Gu Yao would be alright.

Given the severity of Gu Yao's injuries, the fact that he managed to make it to the hospital shows that his will to live is extraordinary.

He sighed and said nothing more, simply staying quietly with Xie Gui.

Si Yan, who had rushed over, paused when she saw the two people sitting in the chairs.

Qin Yu looked up, shook his head at him, and got up to pull him aside.

Si Yan turned to look at Xie Gui, who was staring at the operating room like a statue, and asked, "How is Xiao Yao now?"

Qin Yu shook his head and sighed.

Si Yan's face paled, and she grabbed Qin Yu's hand, "What happened?"

Qin Yu took a deep breath and slowly said, "The injuries are too severe..."

His entire back was blown apart, with not a single patch of good flesh left. In some places on his arms and legs, you could even see the bone.

You rarely see injuries like this in a hospital all year round.

Si Yan slumped down, unable to utter another word.

The number of people sitting in front of the operating room door has increased to three, and they are all waiting for the final result.

After more than ten hours of agonizing waiting, a glimmer of hope was finally salvaged.

Through the glass of the ICU, Xie Gui pressed his entire face against the glass, looking at the person whose body was covered with machines.

His face was completely bloodless, and his body was as thin as a sheet of paper.

As he watched, Xie Gui's vision blurred, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Qin Yu stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. His gaze also fell on Gu Yao, and his voice was inexplicably firm, "Xie Gui, you have to believe that Gu Yao can definitely pull through. His will to live is so strong. You're still here, how could he bear to die?"

The electrocardiogram, which had flattened out several times, started to fluctuate again.

He believed that Gu Yao would eventually wake up.

Gu Yao was transferred to a regular ward one afternoon two months later.

When Gu Yao passed through several critical periods and his condition gradually stabilized, even the doctors at the hospital marveled at how strong his will to live was the strongest they had ever seen in their medical careers.

The doctor patted Xie Gui on the shoulder with a smile and joked, "This kid really wants to live; even the King of Hell can't take his life."

Xie Gui finally showed a long-lost smile.

Being able to be transferred to a regular ward at least means that A-Yao is no longer in danger.

Xie Guiye no longer has to touch his lover through the sterile gown.

When their palms touched without any obstruction, Xie Gui felt an urge to cry.

The months of anxiety and apprehension finally found an outlet.

His cool palm touched his face, and Xie Gui rubbed against it affectionately.

The clear tears in the corners of her eyes glistened in the sunlight.

That fragile and helpless expression was something Si Yan had never seen before; it carried a relieved smile, yet it couldn't hide her deep attachment.

Si Yan paused in her knocking, placed the fruit basket in front of the door, and silently turned to leave.

He didn't want to be a third wheel.

The person I can't live without is never Gu Yao, but Xie Gui.

Xie Gui was the one she was more attached to.

After that, nothing seemed to change except that Gu Yao did not wake up.

Xie Gui would talk to Gu Yao about interesting things in his life. He was usually a man of few words, but he could talk to himself for more than half an hour.

He also learned how to take care of patients.

He never delegated matters to others when it came to Gu Yao's affairs.

The massage was coming to an end, but Xie Gui's hands kept pausing.

Even with his careful care, his once beautiful calf muscles still atrophied somewhat.

His silver-gray eyes lowered slightly, and Xie Gui silently extended the duration of today's full-body massage for quite some time.