Chapter 1300 It’s Her Fault!

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Ten minutes passed...

Huang Ling's body finally couldn't hold on any longer.

When he knelt down, his whole body leaned forward because he couldn't control his strength.

"Be careful!" Cheng Xichen, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, stepped forward and supported her.

There is a staircase in front of her. If she lies down, the consequences will be disastrous.

Cheng Xichen was distressed and nervous to the point of anger. He glared at Huang Ling: "Are you crazy? Do you know the consequences of falling?"

How much pain will your stomach feel if your lower abdomen touches the edge of the stairs?

This is no different from being punched in the stomach. If the force is too strong, you will miscarry!

"Let me go!" Huang Ling was suddenly yelled at and became angry.

"Let you go and let you continue to do stupid things?" Cheng Xichen's face turned ugly.

"I'm not doing anything stupid, I'm praying, praying for Maupassant!"

“There are many ways to pray, not this at all!”

"This is the most effective!"

"Who said it is the most effective? Have you tried it before? Or do you just listen to legends?"

"Cheng Xichen, I will really hate you if you keep asking!"

"I can't just watch you die!" Cheng Xichen pointed at the top of the stairs, looking endlessly, and said angrily: "What prayer? What gods, I think they are all lies! If you sincerely pray for the people, there is no need to get one. Such a long staircase! If God had eyes, he would not torture kind people! You have climbed for so long to get here. Look at the top. How long will it take you to climb to the top?"

Huang Ling looked up in the direction Cheng Xichen pointed.

The winding stairs seem to reach to the sky——

She can't see the end, but she believes that as long as she keeps working hard, she will reach the end.

She struggled and refused to be supported by Cheng Xichen, "Let me go -"

"The child is important. If you had a miscarriage here, would you treat Coach Mo? Huang Ling, you rest here and I will pray for you. I respect Coach Mo and I sincerely pray for him!" After saying that, Cheng Xichen put Huang Ling helped her to the side, sat down against the wall of the stairs, and handed her the phone, "You rest here while I pray! When it gets dark, just turn on the flashlight!"

After Huang Ling was settled, Cheng Xichen went to pay homage in three steps alone.

Cheng Xichen is tired after walking for such a long time. Even if he is a boy, his physical strength is exhausted. It doesn't matter whether you are a boy or a girl, you will be tired.

But for Maupassant and Huang Ling, Cheng Xichen endured it!

Every time I knelt down and bowed, it was very strenuous, and my knees hurt as if they were broken.

Looking at his back, Huang Ling couldn't help crying and felt heartbroken.

What she feels sorry for is not Cheng Xichen, but Maupassant, the man who was hurt because of her...

How could Huang Ling sit obediently?

She stood up like this and performed the ritual of three steps and one bow.

The skin on my palms is abraded, and my pants are torn at the knees...

Huang Ling was sweating profusely, her face was extremely pale, and beads of sweat fell from her cheeks and forehead drop by drop.

When Cheng Xichen knelt down to worship, he was really angry when he saw Huang Ling coming again.

But when he saw that she still persisted even though she had no strength left, he felt helpless.

Like a hard punch to cotton——

He got up and walked back.

This time, he said nothing and followed Huang Ling, on the same stairs and in the same movements...

After holding on for another ten minutes, Huang Ling's whole body was shaking.

She was already struggling, and her face was no longer white, but green.

This time, after kneeling down, I just couldn't stand up.

The clothes were already wet with sweat.

Gas, breathing heavily.

Tears burst out, and she lay there, sobbing softly.

Why?

Why should she endure such pain?

Why?

Why let her brother Mo get hurt?

Why is she so weak?

Can't even finish praying for him?

Why is she so useless?

Woohoo…………

Huang Ling knelt there, crying quietly.

At first, Cheng Xichen thought she was exhausted.

But when I heard her crying, I was shocked. She... cried?

"Huang Ling?" Cheng Xichen came closer, his voice hoarse because of thirst.

"I just want Maupassant alive...I just want him to be safe..."

"He will be fine!" Cheng Xichen said.

"You don't know... you don't know at all. Cheng Xichen, the doctor said that if he doesn't wake up after 24 hours of observation, he will be declared brain dead..."

Huang Ling turned her head, tears streaming down her face, and looked at Cheng Xichen sadly: "Do you know what brain death is?"

"...????!!!!!" Cheng Xichen was shocked, what? Will Coach Mo be brain dead? ! ! !

He couldn't imagine that that strong man could become brain dead.

Huang Ling cried: "You have never seen brain death, so you may not know its seriousness..."

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"Song Jiuyue's cousin was so talented and had very good grades. My stepmother often praised him in front of us. Later, he became brain-dead and lay in the hospital for two years before leaving."

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"Do you know why he became brain dead? He often had headaches, but he didn't pay attention to it and didn't go for examination. Once he suddenly fainted and hit his head heavily on the ground. When he was helped up by a colleague, his nostrils were miscarrying. , was sent to the doctor and was declared brain dead..."

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"Maurpassant's head also hit a hard object. I was afraid..." Huang Ling lay there crying, "If I didn't stand up and distract him, he wouldn't be like this... He can persist until he All my subordinates present are me, they are all me!"

Huang Ling kept banging her forehead on the ground, then suddenly raised her head, looked at the dim sky, and cried: "God, if you want to hurt me, just hurt me. Why did you hurt Maupassant?!"

"He did nothing wrong! I was the one who was wrong! I made countless mistakes. If you want to punish me, punish me. Why should you punish him?" Huang Ling patted her chest hard and cried to the sky: "It's my fault... ...It's my fault... Please, don't hurt Maupassant again, he is right! If he has to bear the sins of his previous life in this life, even if he has committed sins in his previous life, let me bear them all!"

"God, let me bear it. Please, don't hurt my brother Mo... wuwu..."

Huang Ling cried so sadly, her cries sounded extremely abrupt and desolate in this silent mountain.

Cheng Xichen's eyes turned red when he heard this. He came over and supported Huang Ling who was shaking violently. "Huang Ling, don't do this. It's not your fault. You are right!"

"It's wrong!" That's right. Why did God torture her like this?

"The doctor said we need to observe him for 24 hours. The time is not up yet, so don't be discouraged!"

"I'm so sad...so scared..."

"God already knows your thoughts and has seen your prayers. Stop insisting. Your body will not be able to bear it. You are still a pregnant woman!"

"I want Maupassant alive..."

"If Coach Mo knew you were like this, he would also scold you! Huang Ling, let me say something unpleasant."