Chapter 1427: Love Rivals Meet!

Chapter 1427: Chapter 1427: Love Rivals Meet!

Zhuang Shaoyang raised his eyelids, saw Liang Rong’s actions clearly, and immediately stepped forward to stop her.

The summer clothing was already thin, and the fruit knife was sharp, directly piercing into the skin, and immediately, fresh blood flowed out.

However, the blade didn’t go further in but was caught by someone.

Zhuang Shaoyang frowned, looking at Liang Rong, and said angrily, "Are you crazy?"

Liang Rong’s brows trembled, looking at Zhuang Shaoyang’s cold, angry face, and then lowering her head to look at the knife in her chest.

Blood dripped down her fingers, "drip, drip," falling to the ground. Her face turned pale instantly, she bit her lip and cried, "Why, why did you stop me? Why not let me die?"

"If death could solve the problem, maybe I would have chosen this path many years ago." Zhuang Shaoyang disagreed, "Besides, if you choose to end it, will Jiaojiao’s spirit in heaven be happy? Would Chu Xing be happy then?"

Liang Rong lowered her head, saying nothing, quietly sobbing.

Zhuang Shaoyang carefully took the knife from her hand, and she did not resist.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took a tissue to wipe the bloodstains off the knife, and said, "The dead cannot return to life. The living, even if in pain, must strive on. Don’t waste this life."

He put the knife into his own bag, a sharp pain pierced from his palm.

He looked at his palm, a several-inch-long wound was across it, and his whole hand was covered in blood, which was still oozing out.

He casually grabbed some tissues, dabbing at the blood, but sadly the paper quickly became soaked.

Hearing Zhuang Shaoyang continuously pulling tissues, Liang Rong looked up and saw his "bloody hand," her face showing a hint of panic, "Shao Yang, is your hand okay? I’ll go call a doctor."

"I’m fine, just a small wound, bandaging it will be alright. You just stay here with Jiaojiao." Zhuang Shaoyang glanced at her, and admonished, "Don’t do silly things again."

Liang Rong looked at him, tears glistening in her eyes, and asked, "Don’t you hate me? Why didn’t you just let me die earlier?"

Zhuang Shaoyang appeared indifferent, "One thing doesn’t affect the other, if it were anyone, I wouldn’t let her just die like this in front of me."

Liang Rong looked devastated, with a bitter smile, "You still can’t forgive me, right?"

Zhuang Shaoyang was silent for a moment, at this moment he felt those things seemed so distant.

Yes, it’s been a long time.

Does he hate Liang Rong? Of course, he does, but suddenly he felt she was also very pitiful.

"Let’s not bring up the past anymore. I’ll go bandage my wound first."

Without waiting for Liang Rong to speak, Zhuang Shaoyang turned around and walked out.

Liang Rong watched his back, not saying a word.

When Zhuang Shaoyang closed the door, he turned to see Liang Rong’s regretful, pained eyes.

He lowered his eyelids and shut the door.

He registered at the reception, got it checked, and was then taken by the nurse to bandage his wound.

At this moment, Ouyang had just returned from his rounds, talking with the intern doctor next to him as they walked, then went to the nurse’s station to give some instructions.

After finishing, he prepared to head back to his office, but as he passed the treatment room door, he saw Zhuang Shaoyang sitting opposite the nurse, his hand open, being disinfected by the nurse, his expression looked very painful.

The hand was heavily blood-stained, with a pile of used medical cotton lying beside.

Not sure what he thought about, his face became a bit unsightly, then quickly changed his expression, and walked in, asking, "The wound looks deep, you’re disinfecting it improperly like this."

Without waiting for the nurse to respond, he directly grabbed the medical cotton from her hand.