Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Song Qing said as she walked over.

"Take mine, I'm blood type A."

Gu Ya looked at her man, her face full of hesitation.

Gu Ya is, to some extent, a bit selfish.

This kind of selfishness means preferring to suffer yourself rather than let your family suffer.

Her mother has passed away, and now her only support is Song Qing.

She wouldn't feel any guilt if it were someone else's blood, but if it were her own man's...

Song Qing reached out and gently rubbed Gu Ya's little face.

"What's wrong? Why are you spacing out?"

Gu Ya then realized what was happening and hesitated before speaking.

"Husband...you..."

Song Qing took a chair directly from her spatial storage and placed it next to the hospital bed.

He sat down on it without a second thought and stretched out his arm.

"Go ahead and smoke. This woman can't die yet. I still have some important things to ask her."

Gu Ya struggled with the decision for a long time before finally nodding.

Zhao Gang, who was already somewhat delirious in the hospital bed, looked at Song Qing beside her with her one intact eye, her heart filled with turbulent emotions.

She and this man were just strangers who met by chance.

But this man has saved her twice now, including this time.

Zhao Gang slowly closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly.

Apart from Sun Qing and Grandpa Bryce, it had been a very long time since anyone had been so devoted to her.

She felt her heart pounding.

She has never liked men, and could even be said to have some aversion to them, but she still has to maintain appearances. She is actually more interested in the same sex.

But at this moment...

She felt a pang of heartache.

She had never experienced this feeling before.

She didn't quite understand what this feeling was like.

She couldn't help but open her eyes again, looking at Song Qing's handsome profile.

That feeling of unfamiliarity became even stronger.

If Zhao Gang had enough blood, his cheeks would probably be red to his ears right now.

Gu Ya secured the needle and raised her head.

"How are you feeling, honey?"

Song Qing shook his head.

"I don't feel anything, you can continue with the surgery."

Gu Ya glanced at her man again, still feeling uneasy, before turning away to prepare for the next steps.

Song Qing leaned back in his chair, blood slowly flowing into the transfusion tube from his arm. He then looked up at Zhao Gang on the hospital bed.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment in mid-air.

Zhao Gang's heart clenched, and he quickly turned his head away, not daring to look any longer.

Song Qing was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it.

He's not some saint, nor is he some kind of good person who would help others for no reason.

Just before, he used his ability to foresee the future.

on the screen.

If he didn't call Gu Ya over, this woman named Zhao Gang would surely die.

And that foreign old man, Bryce, unable to accept reality, soon followed him.

He didn't want to see that scene.

Perhaps it was because the old man reminded him of his deceased grandfather.

Or perhaps it was because Bleich entrusted her with the ability to foresee the future without hesitation.

In short, he decided to take action.

He snapped out of his reverie, looked at Gu Ya who was busy at work, and Sun Qing who was helping by handing her tools, and then looked back at old Bryce in his wheelchair.

The old man was looking at them with a worried expression, completely motionless.

......

A long time has passed.

"Honey, how are you feeling? Are you dizzy after having so much blood drawn?" Gu Ya asked with concern.

Song Qing stood up from the chair and stretched her arms.

"It's alright, how did the surgery go?"

Gu Ya took off her gloves and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"It was a success; the splinter has been removed. Fortunately, no vital organs were damaged. However, she lost too much blood and her injuries are too severe. It will probably take a long time for her to fully recover."

Song Qing walked over and looked at the hospital bed.

Zhao Gang had fallen into a deep sleep, with thick white gauze wrapped around his abdomen and left cheek.

Song Qing's gaze fell on the left side of his face, which was covered by gauze.

"Honey, what's wrong with this woman's eyes?"

Gu Ya sighed.

"Her eyeball was completely ruptured, and there was no chance of saving it. I cleaned out all the broken tissue inside to prevent infection."

Song Qing nodded.

He saw Sun Qing sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Zhao Gang's hand tightly with both hands, the one that wasn't receiving an IV drip, and pressing her face against it without moving.

At this moment, old Bryce struggled to stand up.

"Mr. Song, and this young lady, thank you so much, thank you so much for saving Zhao Yatou."

Song Qing waved his hand.

"fine."

He then pointed to his eyes, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The old man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a long sigh.

Song Qing simply shook her head.

At this moment, Gu Ya spoke up.

"Honey, can I stay here for a while? I need to keep an eye on her post-operative condition to prevent complications."

Song Qing nodded, took out a thick, plush coat from his spatial storage, and draped it over Gu Ya's shoulders.

"Wear this, so you don't catch a cold."

Gu Ya smiled sweetly, grabbed the collar of her coat with her two small hands, and nodded.

Song Qing took out her phone and sent a message to Wang Jie.

"Honey, Xiaoya and I are out running some errands. You and Ruolin don't need to wait for us, let's eat first."

After a while

Wang Jie replied.

"Honey, when are you and Xiaoya coming back?"

Song Qing typed a reply.

"It will take quite a while, so don't worry about us."

"Okay then, honey, please be careful."

Song Qing put her phone away.

Gu Ya had already walked back to the bedside.

With nothing to do, Song Qing leaned against the wall not far away and watched quietly.

He was worried about leaving Gu Ya alone here.

Gu Ya is his precious darling, and also his Achilles' heel.

If something were to happen to Gu Ya here, Song Qing might lose control and...

Time passed, and I don't know how much time had gone by.

Zhao Gang, lying on the hospital bed, twitched his eyelids a few times and slowly opened his only remaining right eye.

She felt a tearing pain in her abdomen and left eye.

"You're awake?"

A gentle female voice sounded from the side.

"It's alright, the surgery was a success."

Zhao Gang turned his head with difficulty and saw the unbelievably beautiful white-haired woman.

She spoke weakly.

"Thank you... thank you."

Gu Ya smiled and shook her head.

Zhao Gang suddenly felt a surge of emotion as she remembered something, and instinctively reached out to grasp Gu Ya's hand.

"And... what about Mr. Song?"

A calm male voice came from not far away.

"Looking for me?"

Zhao Gang saw Song Qing leaning against the wall, calmly looking at him.

That inexplicable feeling in her heart resurfaced.

In the instant she woke up, she felt a sense of unease, afraid that she would never see this man again.

An unnatural blush appeared on Zhao Gang's face.

"Mr. Song... thank you, I..."

Song Qing waved his hand, interrupting her directly.

"You're welcome."

He strode over and looked down at her.

"I saved you only to ask you about the Wang family. If you die, I won't be able to ask anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang felt as if something had stabbed him deeply, causing him great distress.

It's an indescribable feeling, yet it's undeniably real.