My love-brained brothers spoil me to the skies

Chapter 241 I Will Always Accompany You

In this cold and slightly damp abandoned warehouse, Nangong Jin smelled the reassuring scent on He Zichen's body and listened to the "thump, thump, thump" sound of his heart beating strongly, and her eyes couldn't help but become red again.

As long as he is alive!

"He Zichen, why didn't you tell me that you were shot in the head?!"

Her voice was muffled, but He Zichen paused and tried to change the subject: "I don't feel well now, I..."

Nangong Jin held his face firmly and said, "Are you going to die at any time?!"

He Zichen just looked at Nangong Jin quietly without answering, but his appearance made Nangong Jin collapse again.

"Did you already know about the agreement between your grandfather and I, so you played along and put on a show for me?!"

"..."

"You want to hide away and wait for death, and push me to others. Do you think that as long as you give me enough money, I will be happy and live a good life? Huh?!"

"…'"

Perhaps because what Nangong Jin said was true, He Zichen had nothing to say.

"So where are you planning to escape to now? I don't love your money. I just want you to be alive because I only love you, He Zichen, you bastard!"

The more Nangong Jin spoke, the more she couldn't control herself. She lay on him and burst into tears. He Zichen closed his eyes in pain and patted her back gently.

"Sorry…"

Nangong Jin suddenly looked up and pulled his collar, "I'll ask you again, will you stay with me?"

He Zichen looked at her stubborn eyes and hesitated. Just when he was still hesitating, Nangong Jin took out a switchblade from his pocket.

Before he could react, Nangong Jin had already quickly cut a line on his arm, causing the skin to be torn and blood to flow out.

“Nangong Jin, are you crazy?!”

He Zichen's face, which was already pale to begin with, suddenly became even paler. He quickly snatched the knife from the other party, hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and covered the wound tightly.

"The pain of this injury is far less than the heartache I feel now. You haven't answered me yet... Even if you can stop me this time, there will be a next time, and the next time. He Zichen, what can you do?"

Her voice was filled with sorrow and grief, which made He Zichen's heart tighten.

"My condition has been getting worse and worse. The bullet is pressing on my nerves and there are already signs of bleeding,"

He touched Nangong Jin's head and said, "Of course I can choose to have surgery, but Dr. Li said that the chance of success is only 60%. Do you know what this means?"

His voice was a little choked as he continued to explain: "Dr. Li, one of the world's top brain experts, is not sure about this. If the operation fails, I will either die on the operating table or become a vegetable again."

"Nangong Jin, really... just be obedient this time, okay? Just treat me as you, please!"

His voice trembled, and tears dripped onto Nangong Jin's cheeks, chilling him to the bone. Nangong Jin wiped them gently with his fingertips out of concern.

"He Zichen, if you don't ask me, I won't listen. Anyway, this time, wherever you are, I'll be there!"

At this time, the sound of an iron gate clanging was heard in the distance, and a group of people rushed in from outside. Lin Mo looked anxious, but he heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that Nangong Jin was safe and sound.

"Nangong Jin, are you okay?" He looked at He Zichen again and was immediately shocked by the bruises on his face: "How did you get hurt like this?!"

"You're making a lot of noise, let's go!"

He Zichen leaned on Nangong Jin and limped towards the door, leaving Lin Mo extremely depressed.

"Fuck, I really have a reason to hate him."

Nangong Jin stayed with him all the way until they returned to the Lin family. When Lin Hai saw He Zichen's miserable appearance, he was immediately scared out of his wits. He Zichen's originally white shirt was now covered in dirt and bloodstains.

"Oh my god, Zichen, what's wrong with you? Who dares to touch you in the outlet? You just treat me as if I don't exist, right? If you don't teach those people a lesson, they will treat me like a sick cat. I'm going to..."

"Grandpa, I'm fine..."

He Zichen looked at the angry old man in front of him and comforted him helplessly, "Nangong Jin, help me go to the basement."

"Well, slow down, don't walk too fast..."

The two of them leaned on each other and gradually disappeared from Lin Hai's sight. "Huh? They are together again?!"

When Nangong Jin saw He Zichen, who was on the verge of death, being pushed into the operating room by a group of people, her heart began to hang in the balance again.

She paced alone on the ground, looking at the whiteness of the room. The coldness brought by her touch made her heart feel as if it was suffocating.

During the countless days and nights when he thought he was living a good life, he was alone here, enduring severe pain and waiting to die.

She leaned weakly against the wall, occasionally touching the wound on her arm, the pain kept her awake.

It was not until a white-haired old man stood in front of her that Nangong Jin stood up in a hurry.

“Are you Miss Nangong Jin?”

The old man's voice was very gentle and kind, "I am sorry for being rude, but I have heard your name from He Zichen countless times, so..."

Nangong Jin raised his head suddenly and asked in confusion, "When will he call my name?"

"Well, when he has a splitting headache, when he is lonely and helpless, or when he is free, he will call your name. Although I am this old, I have never seen anyone love someone so much..."

Nangong Jin's hands and feet were trembling a little, and her lips couldn't help shaking. She could only cover her mouth tightly, not wanting the people inside to worry about her.

"Are you Dr. Li?"

"I'm."

"Is his current condition... really so critical?"

Nangong Jin didn't know how she asked this question. She felt like the voice didn't belong to her, as if she was losing control.

“He told you everything?” Dr. Li seemed surprised, and then he glanced at the wound on Nangong Jin’s arm.

"My opinion is that instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to give it a try. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of survival, we should fight for it, right? Besides, the most important reason why he refused to have the operation before was,"

He paused, looking somewhat disappointed: "Because of you, he wanted to pave a way out for you and arrange everything for you in his limited life, but he was unwilling to take that glimmer of hope, because he was afraid that he would never wake up again."

"So, Nangong Jin, go and persuade him to get surgery as soon as possible. His condition was not optimistic to begin with, and after today's severe beating, his condition is imminent. It would be best if he gets surgery within this week!"

Dr. Li's words were like a sharp knife, piercing her heart, and the dull pain spread to every part of her limbs. There was no way to avoid it, no way to escape it.

He Zichen, I will always be with you, whether living or dead!