Chapter 542: Chapter 542
Finding Ma Qingqing's whereabouts, the power of netizens was moving, there was no time to be grateful!
Finding her, the power of the Xiang family was key, enough to be grateful for, yet impossible to publicize!
On the ICU bed, Ma Qingqing, a pure and ethereal college girl of 19 at her most beautiful age, lay there quietly.
That pale, paper-thin face, devoid of a hint of color, stirred heart-wrenching concern.
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Even her lush, glossy black hair had become somewhat withered, yellowed, and dry.
A fatal disorder impeding her hematopoietic function made blood production difficult. Hair, a reflection of one's blood energy, withers with the inadequacy of vitality.
On the heart rate monitor, her heartbeat also appeared much weaker than normal, irregular and imbalanced.
Under the thin medical blanket, the once proudly curving body lines had wilted, describing her as skeletal would not be an exaggeration.
She was like a vibrant, blooming flower, with youth incessantly blossoming within, her only regret not giving herself to Brother Zhizhong.
But now, this flower was on the verge of withering, how could Brother Zhizhong not feel agony, heartache, and distress?
It wasn't the lack of possessing this flower, but the pity of a beauty's fate!
In the best years of her life, she was at risk of passing away!
Seeing Ma Qingqing in this state, Liu Zhizhong suddenly understood.
Xiang Wenxin truly did not want to come here; she too was a kind-hearted woman who couldn't bear to see Ma Qingqing , she would have faltered.
Because even Liu Zhizhong, the man of steel, could not hold back.
At first glance, his eyes were already blurred with tears.
Hot tears rolled down his handsome face, dampening the sterile hospital gown.
For the sake of slowing down Ma Qingqing's metabolism, to prolong life's spark, the hospital had resorted to a rare hypnotic observation method.
She lay there asleep, an exceedingly beautiful, pitifully ill beauty. You couldn't bear to disturb her, you also felt for her—if there was no hope, she would leave, leaving forever...
Liu Zhizhong dared not imagine those terrible things; his heart was breaking. He took out his cellphone and shot video in silence, avoiding any equipment that might perform localization and identification.
He couldn't wake her; he just wanted to stay here with her, to accompany her.
What misfortune befell this poor girl, alas...
Liu Zhizhong stayed for a full half-hour before the hospital staff reminded him it was time to leave, as staying too long wasn't good for the patient.
Liu Zhizhong could only touch and hold her chilled hand, then lightly kiss her cold, smooth forehead before leaving reluctantly.
He returned to the hotel, locked himself in the presidential suite, washed his face, took a bath, and it took him a while to regain his composure.
He edited the filmed video into a file.
Then he recorded a voice-over, using Mr. L's most magnetic, tender voice to recount this sad story.
"No matter if it's the ends of the earth or the far reaches of the sky, thank you to the thousands of netizens, the countless pieces of information and clues, we've found Ma Qingqing."
"At this moment, she lies here quietly, nestled in everyone's concern, so serene, oblivious to everything."
"The doctors say, you're down to 70 pounds, but on this planet, there are countless worries, many concerns, innumerable prayers weighed in tons, weighed in innumerable pounds..."
"Wake up, get better, girl, your brother has come to see you... Brother will take you home, home..."
"In Rong City's sweltering summer, we feel the mortal world's torments, the trials of yearning..."
When the quiet video file and the affectionate audio file were sent to Feng Xiaoyue, the impressive up-and-coming director, and her team were moved to tears upon watching and listening.
By seven in the evening, competing for popularity with the latest news, Mr. L's newest update, Visiting ICU's Ma Qingqing, was uploaded again, instantly becoming viral, and multitudes offered teary blessings...
Xiang Wenxin was moved to tears upon seeing and hearing the update.
She genuinely suspected that Liu Zhizhong was that damn Mr. L, the unlikely candidate of being an apprentice with such capabilities!
But she also understood that it must have been Liu Zhizhong reporting again to Feng Jianren, that despicable person who always had Mr. L's caliber for video production.
Xiang Wenxin took a long while to pull herself together and even left a comment: May the heavens bless the beauty, and lovers realize their dreams!
Her comment quickly garnered over ten thousand likes, amusing her for a while.
Then, Xiang Wenxin called her brother, Xiang Wenhua.
"Bro, have you seen Mr. L's latest video?"
"Isn't that a silly question?"
Xiang Wenxin immediately laughed, "Oh, of course, of course. You would never miss anything from your beloved, anything from that despicable person you regard as top-notch!"
"What despicable person? That's your future sister-in-law..."
"Cut it out... She's already..."
But Xiang Wenhua cut off his sister, "Stop talking about your sister-in-law. This Ma Qingqing, I find her somewhat familiar. Even though she's very thin, down to 70 pounds according to the video, but... indeed, somehow familiar..."
"Ah? Bro, what do you mean?"