My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 215: Chapter 0215 Hospital Ward (Four updates)_1
 

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Continuous gunfire hit Ye Xiong’s body, causing blood to splatter.

Eventually, the transformed Ye Xiong could no longer withstand it, and his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“Vermilion Bird, save people; Du Feng, Lu Long, protect the children,” he ordered.

Phoenix quickly ran towards the sniper’s position, having located the sniper’s hiding spot from the sounds of the previous shots.

When she arrived, the sniper had already left, with the second-floor window of the house open and several cigarette butts discarded on the ground.

Returning to the original spot, Vermilion Bird, with Du Feng and Lu Long, began to fight with a group of men in black.

She joined the fray and quickly gained the upper hand, utterly routing the enemy.

In the end, Ba Lei led the few remaining men in black, carrying Skeleton’s body, in a hasty retreat.

Vermilion Bird, Lu Long, and Du Feng collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

The majority of their wounds had just been sustained in battle, and now, with the formidable enemy gone, they could no longer hold on.

Phoenix approached Ye Xiong, whose body had returned to its normal size, and saw seven or eight sniper bullet holes from which blood was gushing.

She checked for signs of life and found none; her heart immediately ached with grief.

Yang Xinyi was lying on his body, sobbing loudly.

Tears welled in Luo Weiwei’s eyes as she remembered the conversation they had when they had come to the villa earlier.

…

“Weiwei, would you be sad if I died?”

“Why are you suddenly asking these questions?”

“I have a feeling something might happen to me. We’ve just gotten together; if something happened now, wouldn’t that be a huge loss? So I was wondering, could you kiss me, so I won’t have any regrets if I die?”

“Get lost!”

“Are you really not going to kiss me? Otherwise, you might not get another chance.”

“Stop dreaming.”

“To kiss or not to kiss?”

“Not kissing.”

…

He had guessed that he might be in danger, that’s why he said that.

Luo Weiwei bent down and, in front of Yang Xinyi, kissed his face and murmured, “This is what I owe you, I’m paying it back.”

Having said that, she covered her face and walked away.

Phoenix looked at the bodies scattered around and the dozens of children behind her, her eyes moistening.

They had won the battle.

But the cost had been too high.

Ye Xiong was dead, Du Yuehua was seriously injured, Vermilion Bird and Lu Long had both suffered significant wounds, and Du Feng was critically injured.

Dozens of police officers had died in the battle, and for the sake of rescuing these children targeted by the Beast Organization, the price paid was far too great.

Yang Xinyi held Ye Xiong close, her face against his, crying out, “Please don’t die, what am I going to do without you, what about your father, what about Yangyang, she’s only just recognized you!”

“Yang Xinyi, she’s already gone,” Phoenix said as she walked over.

“He’s not dead at all,” Yang Xinyi insisted tenaciously, refusing to let go of Ye Xiong. “I can feel his heartbeat, he’s not dead.”

How could there be a heartbeat when there was no breathing?

Phoenix walked over, checked Ye Xiong’s pulse, and said, “There’s no heartbeat.”

“There really is a heartbeat; I can feel it,” Yang Xinyi said stubbornly.

Phoenix reached out to check and was startled—Ye Xiong’s heart was indeed beating, albeit faintly.

“Let me see,” Phoenix said urgently.

She examined Ye Xiong’s body carefully.

There was no breathing, no pulse, but his heart was still weakly beating. This defiance of medical logic gave her a glimmer of hope.

She remembered that Ye Xiong had once been buried underground for nearly half a month and still miraculously survived.

Being buried underneath the earth, with no air, no food, he still lived, what did that prove?

It proved that there was still a chance he was alive.

“Call a car over, take him to the hospital, quick,” Phoenix shouted loudly.

…

A month later, in the evening.

Jiangnan City People’s Hospital, a high-grade ward.

The door to the ward opened, and three women came in; it was Yang Xinyi leading Tang Ning and Ye Yangyang inside.

On the hospital bed, Ye Xiong lay there, in a coma.

After the last great battle, Phoenix had brought Ye Xiong back to the hospital. He had stopped breathing, there was no pulse, but there was still a faint heartbeat.

The hospital experts unanimously believed that Ye Xiong was dead, but when Phoenix asked them why there was still a heartbeat, they couldn’t explain it clearly.

At Phoenix’s insistence, the doctor operated on Ye Xiong and removed the bullet.

After the surgery, the doctors arranged for Ye Xiong to have an isolation ward, because they feared his body would begin to decay in a few days.

If it hadn’t been for Phoenix putting a knife to the doctors’ throats, they wouldn’t have been willing to arrange a ward.

Three days passed.

A week passed.

Not only did Ye Xiong’s heartbeat not disappear, but it also grew stronger.

After ten days, Ye Xiong began to have a faint pulse, a discovery that brought joy to everyone.

Half a month later, Ye Xiong started to breathe again, and everyone’s hope was rekindled.

The doctors said it was a medical miracle.

Yang Xinyi asked the doctors when Ye Xiong might wake up, and they replied it was hard to say. His condition was almost like that of someone in a vegetative state. It could be a month, a year, or possibly several years before he awoke.

The doctors suggested that they should have someone come every day to talk to Ye Xiong, to stimulate him with speech.

Scientific studies have shown this is effective, so there are always people coming to talk to him in Ye Xiong’s ward every day.

After some time, Yang Xinyi realized that Luo Weiwei’s relationship with Ye Xiong was no simple matter, including that kiss before his supposed death, and how she would take an hour each day to come and speak to him.

These were definitely not things a normal friend would do.

Half a month later, Du Yuehua’s injuries had almost completely healed.

Whenever she had time, she would come over to talk to Ye Xiong.

The three women had an unspoken understanding in their hearts.

They knew that deep down in everyone’s heart, they all loved Ye Xiong dearly.

Yang Xinyi walked into the ward, prepared to change the fruit on the table.

Putting fresh fruit on the table first thing upon her arrival had become her habit.

Huh!

Seeing the fruit on the table, Yang Xinyi questioningly asked, “Tang Ning, Yangyang, did you eat one of the fruits from the table?”

She was sure she had bought five yesterday, so why were there only four left?

“That stuff isn’t for the living to eat; why would I touch those things?” Tang Ning replied.

“How can you say that after everything your cousin-in-law has done for you? If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve been in trouble several times already. How can you be so heartless?” Yang Xinyi scolded.

“I’m not heartless. Didn’t you see how Yangyang and I cried all night when cousin-in-law was in trouble, until our eyes were swollen?” Tang Ning was indignant at being described like this. “I really don’t dare to eat those things; stacking the apples four down, one up, what’s the difference between that and offering to the gods?”

To help Ye Xiong wake up sooner, Yang Xinyi had consulted a witch.

The witch told her to buy fresh fruit every day, stack them four down and one up, saying this would invoke the gods’ blessings for Ye Xiong to wake up soon.

“Sister-in-law, I didn’t eat it either; could it be that someone ate one while visiting him?” Ye Yangyang asked.

Yang Xinyi thought it over and realized this was the only possibility.

After a moment of thought, Yang Xinyi asked Tang Ning and Ye Yangyang to step outside.

Because she was about to begin wiping Ye Xiong’s body and changing his clothes.

Each time she did this, Yang Xinyi felt her face burn with embarrassment, blushing deeply all over.