Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

106. I'm Waiting For Someone Important.

Shen Ruozhen slipped into unconsciousness.

On the rescue helicopter, emergency personnel swarmed around Shen Ruozhen, quickly checking his condition and hanging blood bags. Throughout the process, Xiang Mingzhang stood by, holding Shen Ruozhen's hand.

He tried to deceive himself, telling himself he couldn't feel it, but this hand was growing colder by the minute. No matter what he did, he couldn't warm it up.

Anxiously, Xiang Mingzhang asked, "How is he?"

The two emergency personnel exchanged glances, and one of them hesitated before saying, "The bullet hit near his heart, which is a very dangerous location."

"And?" Xiang Mingzhang pressed, "How is he doing now?"

The first responder, his voice measured and grave, chose each word with agonizing deliberation. "His vital signs," he began, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy in the air, "are showing concerning weakness."

Xiang Mingzhang, his face a mask of denial, clutched at the last vestiges of hope. "Please," he rasped, his voice raw with desperation, "there has to be something you can do. I'll give you anything, everything I own. Just save him, please?!" His voice cracked on the last word

The emergency personnel, their expressions etched with empathy, reached out a placating hand. "Sir," he said gently, "we understand. It's a very difficult time. We just wanted to prepare you, emotionally, for the possibility..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish the harsh truth that hung between them.

"What preparation?" Xiang Mingzhang exclaimed, "What preparation is there for this? Try again! He... he's different. He wouldn't succumb to something so trivial, he won't die so easily."

The first responder sighed, "The situation is indeed not optimistic. It seems there is more bad luck than good."

Their tense exchange was abruptly shattered by a deafening explosion. Xiang Mingzhang turned to see flames erupting from the blue sea at a dizzying height, as the yacht exploded.

The sound rattled their eardrums, but Shen Ruozhen, unconscious, remained silent. Yet, the warm blood was more striking than the fiery inferno.

The crimson stain on Shen Ruozhen's pristine white shirt bloomed with horrifying rapidity. From his chest, it crept upwards, sullying the crisp collar, staining the hem, and seeping treacherously beneath the fabric near his ribs. The vivid red seemed to leach into Xiang Mingzhang's very vision, each blink sending a fresh jolt of pain through his eyes.

Afraid of the pain, Xiang Mingzhang dared not blink. He kept his eyes fixated on Shen Ruozhen, never wavering.

Lost in a haze, Xiang Mingzhang couldn't recall how he managed to navigate the sea, land, and air. He was surrounded by people, voices constantly speaking, but he couldn't hear them. Several times, he even hallucinated, thinking that Shen Ruozhen had woken up and called for him.

Upon reaching the hospital, Shen Ruozhen was immediately rushed to the operating room for emergency treatment.

The severity of the incident shocked many medical personnel. Xiang Mingzhang was blocked from entering the operating room, leaving him in a daze in front of the closed door.

After a while, someone urgently called out to him, "Mr. Xiang!"

Numbly, Xiang Mingzhang turned around to see Xu Liao running towards him from the corridor, followed by several uniformed policemen.

The previous evening, Xu Liao had accompanied Bai Yongti to New Zealand and sent a message to Xiang Mingzhang while they waited for their flight. As they were about to board the plane, Bai Yongti suddenly grew uneasy.