Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Luckily they were both in civilian clothes, otherwise this would have been a huge loss of face, not just for themselves but also for the whole unit.

  Bright and still humming, turned his face to look out of the glass window.

  Luckily, he glanced at him and was still angry, his face puffed up like a steamed bun.

  He was heavily criticized and educated by others, fortunately he repeatedly admitted his mistakes, apologized and compensated, and was finally exempt from the crime of "disturbing airport order".

  They let them out, but the problem still hasn't been solved. Ming Lang's face was icy and frosty, and he simply didn't look at Xing Yun. Xing Yun repeatedly explained that Gong Xi really had been seriously injured and it wouldn't be good if they didn't go take a look.

  "Otherwise, let's go together." Good fortune had already compromised to this extent, Ming Lang was still stubbornly twisting his face, but didn't make a sound.

  Finally, the anxious and worried Lucky couldn't take it anymore, standing behind Ming Lang, he whispered: "I'm begging you, Ming Lang, please let me go take a look first, if his condition is stable, I'll come back right away, will that be okay?"

  "Ming Lang, he's also your classmate, roommate, and former good friend. Don't you worry at all? Not even a little?"

  "Alright! What exactly do you want me to do for you to let me go?" Xingyun was anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, and almost knelt down in front of Minglang.

  "I beg of you, I implore you..."

  Lucky Bai's face was pale, and he begged desperately behind Ming Lang, looking more pitiful than a beggar.

  Ming Lang suddenly turned his head and said coldly: "I want us two to get married, will you agree?"

  Lucky was stunned for a moment, stuttering "ah" for half a day, and finally didn't dare to nod. He just stared at Minglang in shock, and the two people were frozen face-to-face for half a day.

  Ming Lang suddenly pulled out a lucky ID card from his pocket and handed it over to him.

  She turned around and walked alone to the security checkpoint. As she passed by a trash can, Ming Lang took out a boarding pass, tore it up and threw it in.

  If time could flow backwards, luck would have chosen to pull open that distance many years ago. Even if the days were hard to get through alone, it's still better than now, watching the bright and wounded back view walking away from one's own eyes.

  Time will not flow backwards, in love there can only be two people walking together, no extra space is left for a third person.

  Lucky rushed to buy a good ticket and flew to Zhuhai, where he entered Macau.

  Luckily arrived at the hospital when Gong Xi still had an ICU room, Gong Xi's father was also waiting outside, looking old and tired.

  Xingyun hesitated for a moment, then walked over and called out: "Uncle."

  Jiade's father seemed to have been awakened from a dream, slowly lifting his head, his dull eyes staring blankly at Xingyun, and after a long time, he opened his mouth and let out an "ah".

  Then he tapped the stool beside him with his hand, indicating for Lucky to sit down.

  The corridor was quiet, with only faint breathing sounds audible, occasionally footsteps could be heard coming from afar and then gradually fading away.

  Gong Xi's father seemed to have returned to his dream, staring only at the thick white gate. Xing Yun looked at the old man and felt a pang of sadness and sympathy in her heart.

  Good fortune wanted to comfort him a few words, but he tried hard for half a day, and found that all the words were pale, facing this face, there was nothing that could comfort their hearts.

  It rained again at night, and the young guard walked over to persuade him in a low voice: "Commander, why don't you go back and rest for a while? I'll be on watch here. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it."

  The old man shook his head woodenly and then remained still again.

  That little guard didn't know what good fortune was, but he knew that he and Gongzi must be acquainted, casting a pleading glance at him.

  Good fortune was somewhat embarrassed, he knew that Gong Xi's father might be the person in this world who disliked him the most, but at this moment, he didn't have the energy to care about himself.

  But the little guard's eyes looked at Wang Jie's father, anxiously worried, hastily not good-looking, making Lucky look at him with a heart that couldn't bear it.

  "Fortunately, he coughed and suppressed his emotions before slowly opening his mouth: 'Uncle, you should go back first, I'll stay here and guard. When Gong Xi wakes up, I'll notify you at the first time.'"

  Luckily, he deliberately said "woke up" instead of "something happened", because something happened represents too many unexpected things. Now his heart only has one hope, that is, Gong Xi wakes up safely and peacefully.

  The old man slowly turned his head, looked at Lucky, and seemed to think of something. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a long sigh. As he exhaled, the old man's body was like a deflated balloon, and he suddenly slumped down.

  The whole person's spirit seemed to have disappeared, fortunately, a hand grasped his body tightly and asked anxiously: "Are you okay? How are you?"

  The old man just shook his head and said quietly: "Nothing, nothing."

  "Why don't we call a doctor over to take a look at you?" Lucky anxiously gazed at the old man's face, still looking as tired as before, but nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

  "It's all right, don't bother, Little Liu, help me up and let's go back."

  The little security guard immediately came over and helped the old man up. He turned his head and gave Lucky a grateful look.

  Xìngyùn also pulled a corner of his mouth and smiled at him, nodding to indicate that he should hurry up and not be polite.

  One day, two days, three days, this is already the third lucky day, and it's been five days since Gong Xi fainted.

  Waiting like a headless sea, making people feel helpless and confused. Every time the doctor walked into that room, Lucky's and Gong Xi's dads stretched their necks like giraffes, waiting. Their eyes followed the doctor's every move, closely tracking his actions.

  Every time the bespectacled doctor shook his head slightly, the two people were like being splashed with cold water, shrinking back into their previously stretched-out bodies, even wanting to curl up into a ball and hold themselves in their own arms, just to have something to comfort themselves.

  Two days later, Gong Xi was transferred from the intensive care unit to a general ward. Although he had not woken up yet, the doctor said that his condition had stabilized and he would wake up soon.

  "How soon is soon?" Mr. Guo asked anxiously, grabbing the doctor's hand.

  "Hmm, this... is hard to say." The doctor replied ambiguously.

  "Ah? Then, then..." Gong Xi's father was unwilling to give up and wanted to ask more questions, but was pulled back by Xing Yun, "Uncle, let's wait for now, we've escaped danger, that's good enough. Let's wait a bit, maybe he'll wake up soon."

  "Ah." The old man turned back, his eyes fixed on Lucky, who grasped his hand and gave it a firm nod.

  The old man was like a child who had found something to rely on, and with a couple of "uh-huhs" he let go of the doctor and followed Lucky back to his ward.