The sound of that heart-rending cry pierced Shang Qing’s heart like a sharp blade. It felt as if an invisible, gargantuan hand had gripped her heart, twisting it with ruthless force. The agony was so intense that she felt as though she were suffocating, every breath becoming an arduous struggle.
Shang Qing subconsciously reached out and dug her slender fingers into the quilt beneath her, gripping it tighter and tighter. It seemed that only by doing so could she slightly alleviate the surging tide of pain rising from the depths of her soul. Her once beautiful, captivating eyes instantly veiled themselves in a thin mist, like light fog rolling over a lake at dawn. Crystal-clear tears, like beads from a broken string, slipped uncontrollably down her fair cheeks. Drop after drop, they fell silently onto the soft pillow, quickly soaking a small patch of fabric.
Not long after, Ji Xun rushed back into the hospital room like a gale. Behind him followed several doctors and nurses, their footsteps hurried and flustered. On every one of their faces was an unconcealable expression of joy. The moment they entered, they swarmed toward Shang Qing’s bedside, immediately beginning a methodical and meticulous physical examination. Although their movements seemed hasty, a closer look revealed that their focused expressions and skilled, professional techniques made it clear that they felt a genuine, heartfelt excitement at Shang Qing’s successful awakening.
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