Chapter 864: Chapter 864

At that moment, facing the dying Brother Xi, he once again experienced that sense of powerlessness, helplessness, and heartbreak.

Upon hearing these words, Shangguan Qingmu was in unbearable pain; those twenty-one stabs were not just inflicted on Shangguan Yu—they were his life too.

Gu Li’s body went limp, staggering two steps back, his back crashing directly against the wall.

Asheng, Yaoyao, Yaoyao.

There were two pools of blood, one belonged to Shangguan Yu, then the other...

Gu Li turned around and stumbled out.

Shangguan Qingmu held his wife, his eyes filled with sorrow gazing into the operating room; he didn’t have the courage to go in...

Ultimately, Shangguan Qingmu, choking back grief, carried his wife away from the entrance of the operating room, found the nearest ward, and laid his wife on the bed, then fell into endless agony... Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net

The drunkard glanced at Jun Moyan, then lowered his head and walked aside.

At the door of the operating room, only Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai were left.

Wen Xiao’ai softly called his name, her tone filled with worry and sadness.

Even though Jun Moyan had told her that Shangguan Yu was not a good person and that he was clingy, she knew Jun Moyan was just joking.

In his heart, Shangguan Yu was actually as important as his second brother.

Just as Jun Moyan and Brother Ye Qi held a place in her heart.

Jun Moyan slowly unclenched the fists he was holding tightly at his side, awkwardly withdrew his arm from Wen Xiao’ai’s grasp, and then softly said, "...wait for me outside."

Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t hold back, and tears began to flow.

Yet she obediently let go of him, but after Jun Moyan entered the operating room, she still followed him in.

Inside the surgery, the smell of blood overwhelmed the scent of disinfectant.

On the operating table, a white sheet gently covered Shangguan Yu’s corpse.

When Jun Moyan saw this scene, his already heavy steps became even more leaden, unable to lift.

He stood there, holding his breath as he looked at the scene on the operating table, his recently loosened hands clenched tightly once more.

He seemed to muster his courage after a long struggle to move forward.

The closer he got to the operating table, the more painful Jun Moyan’s steps became; each one required immense courage.

No matter how strong his psychological resilience and endurance, in the face of Shangguan Yu’s cold body, his mental defenses slowly crumbled.

Jun Moyan exerted all his strength and life’s courage to reach the operating table.

He looked at the familiar facial silhouette beneath the white sheet, his breathing grew rapid, and his eyes felt as if they were about to bleed.

He gritted his teeth and slowly extended his hand.

As his trembling fingertips pinched the corner of the white cloth, his heart tightened into a knot.

Jun Moyan paused this action for about ten seconds, then slowly began to lift the sheet bit by bit.

Even though he was mentally prepared, upon seeing Shangguan Yu’s pale, lifeless face, he broke down.

Jun Moyan’s body trembled, his fingers shook, and the white cloth slipped from his fingertips, covering Shangguan Yu’s lifeless face once more.

Jun Moyan’s legs weakened, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, but luckily he managed to support himself against the edge of the operating table.

Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan, who couldn’t even stand steadily, instinctively took a step forward but refrained from rushing to support him.

Jun Moyan fought back his tears, preventing them from falling, his fingers gripping the edge of the operating table tighter and tighter, turning his fingertips white.

He still couldn’t believe that a person who was alive just yesterday was now lying here, motionless.