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The Night of Song and Slaughter finally came to an end.
As Lu Qijia held Jufeng in her arms, she was overwhelmed with emotion. She had been on the brink of despair, but then a tremendous surprise washed over her, making the contrast all the more enjoyable. It felt like riding a roller coaster; the thrill allowed her to fully surrender herself.
However, before she could savor the moment further, she suddenly felt the man in her arms grow heavier, like a rock, nearly causing her to drop Jufeng to the ground.
She quickly blinked away her tears and looked down at Jufeng, and what she saw made Sister Dai's face go pale with shock.
Jufeng had fainted, and it was a complete fainting spell. In her earlier emotional state, she hadn’t noticed the fresh red stains on Jufeng's clothing.
Just then, the stage lights dimmed, and a group of men dressed as staff entered. Among them was someone Lu Qijia recognized—Bill, a close associate of Jufeng.
Bill rushed over to Lu Qijia in the darkness, and upon seeing Jufeng unconscious, he became frantic.
"Sister-in-law," he said urgently, "Brother Jufeng just went through a fierce battle; he might have some serious issues. We need to get him to the hospital right away. Please hand him over to us."
Seeing the bloodstains confirmed Lu Qijia's fears. Her heart sank even deeper as she realized the gravity of the situation. She knew how formidable Jufeng was; even her father’s uncle had praised his skills repeatedly. Yet here he was, gravely injured, which spoke volumes about the strength of his opponent.
The wave of emotion crashing over her felt relentless, pounding against her heart like a tide. She wanted to cry but knew there was no time for that now. Without hesitation, she handed Jufeng over to Bill and followed closely behind.
Along with Bill were emergency personnel disguised as staff members. They worked quickly and efficiently around Jufeng, using advanced medical equipment to stabilize him before hurriedly transporting him on a stretcher to the hospital.
Jufeng had saved Sister Five’s life; they had spent so much time together that they were already friends. With Lu Qijia’s connection to him as well, they were all caught up in a whirlwind of surprise and emotion. Yet just as they were beginning to celebrate, they faced the harsh reality of life and death.
The group made their way to the hospital in haste, indefinitely postponing the planned celebration party, much to the frustration of many waiting paparazzi who were left fuming.
The hospital they arrived at was Hua Gang, a private facility in the capital known for its top-notch standards. It was usually open to the public, but members of Hua Gang and their families received priority treatment.
As soon as Jufeng arrived, he joined the rescue efforts alongside the hospital's director and several esteemed figures from the medical field. This was the power of Hua Gang and the hurricane, yet Jufeng's condition remained concerning.
Almost simultaneously with Jufeng's arrival, Polite Child White Dragon and Zhu Yao also reached the hospital. The other severely injured members of the gang were transferred to various hospitals; otherwise, no single facility could handle such a large number of patients.
Without Five present, Zhu Yao finished bandaging his wounds and disappeared alone into solitude. Zhu Yao wanted to stop him but found no reason to do so, left only staring blankly at where Five had vanished from sight.
Their injuries were relatively minor and did not involve internal organs, so they did not require emergency intervention—just some minor surgery would suffice. However, once Jufeng entered the Emergency Room, he had not come out for four or five hours, and there was still no news.
As dawn approached, Chuyang rushed over from Washing City. She had planned to attend Sister Five's concert the previous night but had been delayed due to a severe cold.
With purple hair and blue eyes, her skin was as smooth as cream, yet her cute face was marred by signs of exhaustion. Clearly still recovering from her illness, she dragged her weary body to stay by her father's side.
In the corridor outside the patient room, Liu Xing stood behind Chuyang with his head bowed, not daring to utter a word. He knew his actions had failed to make Chuyang happy because he hadn’t protected Jufeng.
It was absurd to expect a child to protect an adult, yet both Liu Xing and Chuyang held firmly to this belief. It wasn’t about maturity; it was their fate.
Jufeng was Chuyang ’s life, and Chuyang was Liu Xing’s life; both were intertwined destinies that could not be defied.
"You disappoint me greatly."
Chuyang leaned wearily against the wall of the corridor, staring blankly at the door of the Emergency Room. She spoke coldly to Liu Xing.
Liu Xing lowered his head even further, not daring to say another word.
He had actually tried his best, but it simply wasn't good enough. Thus, he felt dissatisfied with himself, and naturally, no matter how Chuyang treated him, he would silently accept it.
The corridor was filled with people: Sister Five, Bill, and Lezheng, who had escorted Chuyang to the capital. They heard the childish banter between the two kids but dared not think of it as mere childishness.
After a long silence, Chuyang finally sighed wearily, as if letting go of something or perhaps picking something up again.
"I hope there won't be a next time."
Liu Xing suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shining with color as he nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Mm!"
Chuyang had given him a chance; that was truly wonderful.
The morning sun had reached noon, and people's hearts began to feel restless. It had been over ten hours, which was enough to make anyone anxious.
More and more people were gradually arriving, leading to an increase in restlessness.
First came the followers of the hurricane, led by Xue, along with Chen Huoxiong and Zhu Mao, who rushed over in a hurry. Both Chen Huoxiong and Zhu Mao bore some injuries.
Before long, Flower Snow Moon and Situ Yu also arrived, accompanied by Hua Gang's Three Dragons. Each of them had some injuries, but compared to those of Politeness and others, theirs were nothing significant.
Last night, outside the capital during the massacre, a final confrontation had also taken place at the distant headquarters of the Northwest United Alliance. Now that both Xue and Flower Snow Moon were here, it was enough to reveal how the battle had turned out.
However, this could not be considered a victory; although they had won, they had lost Brother Jufeng, which was not an equal trade.
In the Resting Polite Civilization, Tong Bailong and Zhu Yao had also left the hospital room. After a night and a morning of Nurturing, they had both improved significantly; now it was just a matter of time.
Yet, time seemed to stretch endlessly. It had already been over ten hours—how much longer would they have to wait?
Finally, just as everyone was on the brink of collapse, the door to the Emergency Room swung open.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the exhausted director and doctors who emerged after a long period of rescue efforts. No one urged them on; even the usually fiery Wu Li remained silent.
The director was taken aback by the crowd but quickly regained his composure, having seen many such situations before. He addressed Lu Qijia, saying, "We have done everything we could. Now it depends on his own fate. If he can wake up within twenty-four hours, it will mean he has passed the danger; if not..."
With that, the director turned and left.
The hearts of those remaining were still heavy with worry.
The Intensive Care Unit did not allow family members inside, but since this was a private hospital and for safety reasons, Lu Qijia and Chuyang were allowed to go in and keep vigil.
They were the two most important women in Jufeng's life.
Each stood by Jufeng's bedside, holding his hands as if grasping the entire world.
In the Intensive Care Unit, there was no distinction between day and night, so they waited patiently without any sense of urgency.
Afternoon turned to evening, and after evening came the deep silence of night.
The moon rose and fell, and after one night came dawn.
Dawn had arrived once more.
Yet Jufeng showed no signs of awakening.
Lu Qijia had long made up her mind. She had already promised the wind on stage, and that meant she would be his wife for life. If he were to leave, she would guard his memory forever, until the day Jufeng missed her, and she would unhesitatingly follow him into the afterlife.
Chuyang's blue eyes remained moist, yet she held back her tears. She feared that if her father woke up and saw her crying, he would be displeased.
Father doesn’t like it when Chuyang cries, she thought.
Father, please wake up and see, Chuyang has been obedient; I haven’t cried, truly I haven’t.
Time flowed like clouds; the sun had passed noon and was nearing the end of Twenty-Four Hours.
Yet Jufeng still had not awakened.
The air in June began to grow hot and stifling, making it hard to breathe. The people in the corridor struggled for air. Even those who could breathe wanted to hold their breath at that moment.
How wonderful it would be if holding one’s breath could freeze time.
In the Intensive Care Unit, there were no sunrises or sunsets, and Lu Qijia did not check the time. She simply gazed quietly at Jufeng's gentle face; Twenty-Four Hours felt like a fleeting moment.
Wind, thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me a perfect love during the most beautiful years of my life.
Lu Qijia gently pressed her lips against the back of Jufeng's hand.
It was very light, truly light, light enough that it fell onto the lake like a cicada's wing, hardly drawing any attention.
Yet, someone still sensed it.
Jufeng, with his eyes closed, felt the hand that had been kissed suddenly move.
It really moved.
As if in response.
(To be continued)
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