Riding The Wind And Waves In Shura Field [Quick Wear]

6.8 - He said... beg me to let you go

　　The blade felt a little cold when it cut his wrist, and there was even a slight pulling pain. Shen Ran looked at the bloody wound on his wrist without any sadness or fear. He lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, and curled up, as if preparing to sleep.

　　There was a knock on the door, and he heard the housekeeper say, "Young Master, why don't you drink some hot milk? If you don't eat for a long time, your stomach will not be able to bear it."

　　Shen Ran moved and buried his head deeper into the quilt.

　　He heard the housekeeper sigh and the footsteps of the man leaving. The wound on his wrist continued to bleed. He felt that his bed was a little damp, and there was a strong smell of blood, which was not pleasant. The temperature of his body was gradually dropping. Although he was covered with a tight quilt, he was shivering with cold, and the pain was secondary.

　　Jiang Fei went back and met the housekeeper who was carrying hot milk. He asked, "Is Shen Ran still upstairs? Didn't you go to see him?"

　　"Young Master is too tired and needs to rest." The housekeeper did not have a good impression of Jiang Fei. Shen Zhao's portrait was still placed on the mourning hall, as if looking at Jiang Fei. Hearing this, Jiang Fei frowned slightly and said, "You left him up there alone?"

　　After saying that, Jiang Fei immediately bypassed the old butler and went straight upstairs. Seeing this, the old butler immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly followed him.

　　"Dong Dong!" Jiang Fei stood in front of the closed door and knocked twice. There was no movement inside. He said, "Shen Ran? Open the door!"

　　"Young master, Uncle Lin is here to bring you hot milk, please open the door." The old butler shouted, but no matter what they said, there was no movement from inside.

　　"Where's the key? Open the door!" Jiang Fei said, and the old housekeeper immediately said, "The key...the key was taken in by the young master."

　　Jiang Fei's face darkened slightly. He took a step back and kicked the door open with great force.

　　As soon as Jiang Fei entered, he saw Shen Ran lying on the bed. He seemed to be asleep, with his head buried in the quilt. He looked a little well-behaved and thin. Jiang Fei subconsciously slowed down his pace and slowly walked to Shen Ran's side, but Shen Ran didn't move at all. The old housekeeper also came over and whispered, "Young Master, get up, look, Uncle Lin brought you hot milk."

　　Shen Ran remained motionless. Neither the loud noise of kicking the door before nor the old housekeeper's words now could make Shen Ran move. After Jiang Fei and the old housekeeper looked at each other, he immediately raised his hand to lift the quilt, his pupils suddenly constricted.

　　The sheets were almost all stained red. Shen Ran was lying there, the wound on his wrist still bleeding, but the blood was absorbed by the quilt. He seemed to be asleep, with his eyes slightly closed and his lips pale.

　　"Shen Ran... Shen Ran!" Jiang Fei immediately shook his body, but there was no sign of him waking up. He picked up Shen Ran and went downstairs, saying, "Call the hospital! Quick!"

　　It was too late to wait for an ambulance now. After Jiang Fei put Shen Ran in the car, he immediately drove him to the hospital. The whole journey was almost a life-and-death race. Shen Ran leaned quietly on the passenger seat. His body kept slipping down. Jiang Fei had no way to pull him up, so he could only repeat over and over again, "Ranran, don't sleep! Don't sleep! We're almost at the hospital."

　　Shen Ran didn't make any movement.

　　The car stopped at the hospital entrance. Medical staff hurriedly pushed a medical stretcher over and sent Shen Ran to the emergency room, while Jiang Fei was stopped outside.