The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Chapter 246 Finale (9)

It was not known whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the severe pain from the wound, but Zhou Yian's originally rosy and shiny face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

She looked at Fu Shenyan weakly, breathing lightly and whispering softly: "Fu Shenyan... I owe... I owe you my life, today... today I will return it... to you."

"From now on...from now on, we...really...really owe each other nothing."

"Xu Zehao... has no grudge against you... Please... let him go... let him go... okay?"

Fu Shenyan stared at her blankly with red eyes, a layer of mist rising in his eyes. He took two steps forward, but retreated three steps because of timidity and anxiety. He didn't dare to get close to Zhou Yian, and was even more afraid to face Zhou Yian.

He swung his arms in annoyance, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He covered his head with his hands in pain, and roared heartbreakingly towards the floor-to-ceiling window, trying to vent the emotions in his heart that he couldn't swallow or spit out, and which made him unable to breathe.

After yelling, his tears began to flow. He finally mustered up the courage to walk up to Zhou Yian. He felt weak as if all his strength had been drained away, and as if something was stuck in his throat. His voice became low and hoarse as he weakly rebuked her, "Zhou Yian, are you stupid? Who asked you to pay with your life?"

"Your life is so cheap, I don't want it."

"Why did you save me? You should hate me as much as I hate you. Wouldn't it be better if you let me die? If I die, you will be happy."

"Didn't you say I'm not a good person and that I should go to hell? If I die, you'll get what you want. Why did you save me?"

"You know, this is going to make me very painful."

"Why did you save me? Why?" Fu Shenyan became more and more agitated as he spoke, roaring in a low voice with red eyes. He didn't understand. The gunshot wound was clearly on his shoulder blade, but the place where he really felt the pain was in his heart.

"Fu... Shenyan, I... don't hate... don't hate you... anymore." Zhou Yian glanced at Fu Shenyan weakly with the corner of his eyes, then turned to look at Xu Zehao.

"Xu...Zehao...promise me..."

Zhou Yian's chest was heaving violently, her breathing became heavier and heavier uncontrollably, and her speech was intermittent and she couldn't utter complete sentences, as if every word she said was taking up all her strength.

"Promise me... not to kill... him..." She looked at Xu Zehao. Xu Zehao remained silent, struggling fiercely in his heart.

"Xu...Xu Zehao...promise me."

Xu Zehao turned his head away and didn't want to look at her. He hated Fu Shenyan and wanted to kill him with his own hands right now. If anything happened to Zhou Yian, he would never let him go. Not only would he kill him, but he would also grind his bones to ashes and make him never be reborn.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhou Yian stretched out his hand with all his strength to touch his cheek, but in the end, his palm stretched out in the air and slipped down weakly due to exhaustion.

Xu Zehao's eyes were red, and he hugged her in pain and despair, tears flowing out like a dam bursting. He grabbed her hand, pressed his face tightly against her palm, rubbing it constantly, feeling her warmth, with pain and despair that could not be hidden in his eyes.

"I promise you."

His voice was choked with sobs, and he kept saying, "I promise you, An An, I promise you."

Zhou Yian raised his head and looked at the beloved man in front of him, sobs that could not be suppressed leaked from his throat. He said weakly: "Xu Zehao, don't... don't cry."

Xu Zehao held her tightly in his arms, raised his head in despair, and sobbed, "Okay, I won't cry. An An, hold on, the doctor will be here soon."

"Promise... me..." Her voice was very soft, floating in the air, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Blood kept flowing out of the wound. Zhou Yian felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. A strong sense of sleepiness suddenly hit her, and her consciousness became more and more blurred. Her head tilted to the side uncontrollably. She was so tired and wanted to just take a nap.

"Promise me too, you'll hold on, okay? Don't fall asleep." Xu Zehao bit his lips tightly, his whole body trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks, down his chin and dripping onto Zhou Yian's face.

"An An, don't sleep, don't sleep, the doctor will be here soon." He rocked her gently, not daring to let her fall asleep. He was too afraid that she would never wake up after falling asleep like this.

But Zhou Yian couldn't hold on any longer. Her breathing gradually became weaker, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter how hard she tried. Finally, she fell into a deep sleep. No matter how Xu Zehao called her, she didn't respond.

Xu Zehao could no longer suppress his pain. He cried bitterly and hugged Zhou Yian very tightly. He wished he could rub her into his chest, turn her into flesh and blood, and be together forever and ever for the rest of their lives.

Fu Shenyan, who was standing aside, looked like an eggplant hit by frost. His whole body was wilted, and his eyes were covered with a layer of dust and had no light.

He stared at everything happening in front of him with an almost dazed expression, his heart aching violently.

At this time, the elevator door opened and Xiaowu hurried in with several medical staff.

"Mr. Xu, the doctor is here..." Xiao Wu stepped forward and pulled Xu Zehao up.

The doctor squatted beside Zhou Yian, checking her injuries, "Hurry, the patient has lost too much blood and has fallen into a coma..."

"Use the oxygen mask and hemostatic drugs first..."

The medical staff anxiously gave Zhou Yian first aid, racing against time to save her.

Xu Zehao stood up unsteadily, and looked blankly at the medical staff who carefully lifted Zhou Yian onto the stretcher, put an oxygen mask on her, and then hurriedly carried her away until she was completely out of sight.

He turned and walked towards Fu Shenyan, looking coldly at Fu Shenyan who was slumped on the floor. He squatted down and grabbed his collar, saying angrily: "Fu Shenyan, if An An hadn't pleaded for you, even if you died a thousand times or ten thousand times, it would not be enough to appease my anger."

"She paid for your life with her own. She tried so hard to keep you alive, so I will let you live."

"You'd better kneel here and pray to God for protection. If anything happens to An An, I will make your life more painful than death."

Fu Shenyan raised his head with a sinister smile, staring directly at Xu Zehao, and said provocatively: "Xu Zehao, kill me, kill me if you have the guts."

Xu Zehao was stunned. Looking at the living dead Fu Shenyan in front of him, he loosened his collar and pushed him away fiercely. "Fu Shenyan, I won't kill you."

"I promised her that I wouldn't kill you. You'd better take care of yourself." After saying this, Xu Zehao turned around coldly, and Xiao Wu and his men followed closely behind him.

The top floor, which was crowded just now, was suddenly home to only Gao Jing and Fu Shenyan.

"Third Young Master, I'm sorry." Watching them leave, Gao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, still in shock. She stood up and walked to Fu Shenyan to help him up, looking at his shoulder blade that was pierced by the gun with heartache.

Fu Shenyan remained silent and let her help him up. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Gao Jing checked the wound. It did not hit any vital parts, but there was a big hole with black blood oozing out. It was a gunshot wound and she couldn't go to the hospital openly. She found disinfectant and bandages in the house, took out the bullet with tweezers, and then simply bandaged Fu Shenyan.

Fu Shenyan didn't say a word the whole time. While the wound was being treated, he grimaced in pain and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he never made a sound.

After treating the wound, Gao Jing stood respectfully in front of Fu Shenyan and said sincerely: "Third Master, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken the initiative to bring Xu Zehao here."

"You can kill me or chop me up now, I won't complain."

Fu Shenyan then slowly looked at Gao Jing and asked in a hoarse and weak voice: "Gao Jing, do you hate me?"

Gao Jing was stunned. She didn't expect Xu Zehao to ask her such a question.

She thought about it and said seriously: "I don't hate you. On the contrary, I am very grateful to you. If it weren't for you, there would be no Gao Jing today. Third Master, no matter what you do to me, I will not hate you."

Fu Shenyan looked at Gao Jing with complicated eyes, curled his lips and sneered before sighing softly, "Forget it, forget it, Gao Jing... I will give you a sum of money, enough to make you worry-free for the rest of your life. With this money, you can live the life you want.

Gao Jing was surprised and said anxiously: "Third Master, are you angry with me? Can you let me follow you to do things? I will never go against your wishes again. Just let me follow you, okay?"

Fu Shenyan stood up, looked at Gao Jing and said gently: "Gao Jing, I don't blame you. Saving you is not the beginning of your life. Only by leaving here and leaving me can you start a new life."

After Fu Shenyan finished speaking, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and silently looked out the window at the bustling and bustling Tianshui city with its dim lights and heavy traffic.

After a while, he muttered to himself, "This city is really bustling, with so many cars and so many people... Cars coming and going, people coming and going. It's almost time, it's almost time for me... to leave here, to leave Tianshui."

After saying this, Fu Shenyan picked up the suit jacket that was scattered beside him, casually draped it over his shoulders, and left the top floor with light steps.

Gao Jing looked at his departing back and shed tears of gratitude.

In the private hospital, the corridor outside the operating room was silent. Only the red light at the door of the operating room, which reminded people that surgery was in progress, was on all night. Xu Zehao sat on a bench outside the operating room with his eyes closed and his hands crossed in front of his forehead.

When the red light turned green, indicating the end of the operation, he suddenly opened his eyes, staggered to his feet, and stared at the door of the operating room.

After a while, the door of the operating room slowly opened to both sides, and the nurse steadily pushed the bed out. Xu Zehao walked quickly to the head of the bed, his voice trembling with difficulty, "An An."

Zhou Yian had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and a thin oxygen tube was inserted into his nose. The instrument beside the bed made regular beeping sounds, and every sound touched Xu Zehao's heart.

The surgeon walked up to Xu Zehao with a tired look on his face, took off his mask, and said with a hint of relief, "Mr. Xu, after a night of emergency treatment, Miss Zhou is no longer in danger of death."

"But she lost too much blood. She must get enough rest and nutrition in the later stages. She can't be careless at all."

Xu Zehao breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes falling softly on Zhou Yian, his previous anxiety and worry replaced by heartache.

He asked anxiously, "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

The doctor paused for a moment and replied, "Well, it depends on how she recovers. It could take as little as one or two hours, or as long as a day. Don't worry, Young Master Xu. This is all normal."

Xu Zehao nodded, followed the nurse's steps, and pushed Zhou Yian back to the ward.

The nurse left after explaining the precautions clearly. Xu Zehao sat in front of the bed, holding Zhou Yian's hands with both hands. His originally fair arms were covered with shocking needle holes and turned black and blue.

"An An, it's okay, everything will be fine."

Xu Zehao had been unable to sleep all night because of excessive worry. Holding Zhou Yian's hand at this moment, he felt extremely at ease. After a while, he fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Yian had a dream. She dreamed that she slipped and fell into an abyss, and her body kept falling down. The endless feeling of weightlessness made her feel extremely scared and frightened, and the abyss seemed to have no end, and she kept falling.

She stopped falling until a familiar voice appeared from behind. Although her body was still floating in the air, it seemed as if a soft cloud was wrapping around her and holding her up, preventing her from falling.

Her whole body became light and comfortable. She lay there feeling unprecedented comfort. Waves of sleepiness came over her, and she could not resist it anymore, so she slowly closed her eyes.

When she woke up and opened her eyes again, what she saw was Xu Zehao's handsome but somewhat tired face.

She raised her hand with difficulty and reached out to touch his cheek. As soon as her hand touched his face, Xu Zehao was suddenly awakened.

He stared blankly at Zhou Yian, who had already opened her eyes, his eyes full of surprise. The next second, he joyfully grabbed her hand and said excitedly, "An'an, you're awake."

Zhou Yian nodded weakly, "Xu Zehao, have I slept for too long? I made you worried."

Xu Zehao shook his head repeatedly, "Not long, not long. You are just tired and need to rest. You have slept for so long. I will get you something to eat."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to pour water, but he stopped after taking a step, turned back, held Zhou Yian's cheeks with both hands, and gently kissed her forehead.

Zhou Yian smiled sweetly and stared at Xu Zehao silently, watching him busying around filling water and cutting fruit for her.

"Xu Zehao, we will be fine from now on."

"An An, you don't need to worry about this, it will be fine."

Xu Zehao nodded without even looking up, and busied himself cutting the apple in his hand into small pieces to make it easier for Zhou Yian to eat.

With professional treatment and Xu Zehao's careful care, Zhou Yian was able to get out of bed and walk after lying in bed for about a week, and recovered as normal after a month of rest.