1141 The Wish That Was Not Fulfilled (1/2)

Judging from his swift actions, he seemed to be worried that Tan Bengbeng would be unhappy if he had done things slowly.

He curled the corner of his lips when he saw that Tang Yuansi had regained consciousness.

”Great that you have regained consciousness. You are well aware of your current condition, so it's either you trust me and take a gamble, or you will have to transfer to the intensive care unit and struggle on whilst at death's door. Think about it properly first before you answer me.”

”No, I don't have to think anymore… I am willing to try…” Tang Yuansi held onto Shangxin's hand tightly and replied. Even uttering a sentence sounded exceptionally taxing for him.

To him, every breath that he was taking now was painstakingly snatched from the God of Death.

Even he himself did not know if he would wake up the next time he closed his eyes.

However, there were still many things that he had not done yet…

He wanted to personally witness the birth of his and Shangxin's child.

He wanted to plan a grand wedding for her.

He wanted to walk through old age with her after their kid had grown up…

He wanted to take a gamble, even if there was only one percent chance of surviving. It would be far better than his current state, where he could not take care of her and she had to worry about him every day.

Tang Yuansi raised his hand and caressed Shangxin's eyebrows gently.

He tried to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.

With a hoarse voice, he said, ”Trust me… I will definitely survive… For the sake of you and the baby…”

”I believe! I believe! I believe everything that you say! Brother Xiaosi, I don't want anything, I just want you to live through this!” Shangxin nodded her head vigorously and gripped his hand tightly.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably even though she did not want to cry.

This scene touched the rest of the people in the hospital ward.

Tan Bengbeng could not take it anymore. As she stood up from the wheelchair, she walked to Qi Yan and tugged at the corner of his shirt. Then, she asked in a low voice, ”Are there no other methods? For example, a less invasive treatment method.”