At ten forty-five, in the VIP ward of Beijing Boren Hospital, the person lying semi-reclined on the bed saw this scene on the television. Their pupils suddenly contracted, and they spat out a mouthful of blood before falling back, unconscious and clutching their chest.

"Bo Heng!!!"

"Quick! Take him to the emergency room!"

"Oh no! Dilated pupils! The heart has stopped beating!"

Suberheng Shu was almost incapacitated as soon as he was rushed into the emergency room. During the rescue process, his heart stopped twice. The seasoned director of the cardiovascular department, with defibrillator in hand, trembled uncontrollably while standing by the bed, until the nurse gestured for him to proceed by applying conductive gel to the electrodes. Then, he took a deep breath and began the electric shock.

It's not that he is timid, but rather the identity of the person lying down is too important. If he were to die on the operating table, he didn't know what awaited him.

Shu Boheng's body bounced up and fell back down softly with each strike and press, his eyes tightly closed, and his head weakly tilted to one side.

"Director, what should we do?"

"Continue."

"Blood pressure can't be measured, and there's no heartbeat..."

"Beep--"

Everyone, as if suddenly being pressed pause, stopped their hands in mid-air and turned slowly, watching in disbelief as the electrocardiogram formed a flat line.

And almost at the same time, in another emergency room to the west of the corridor, a patient also declared that the rescue was ineffective.

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Zhuang Ling felt like he should be dead, but in reality, he could move, see, and hear. He just felt like his body was floating and couldn't settle down.

At first, he had no idea what was going on.

It was not until he saw his own lifeless body with a broken head and blood flowing on the operating table that he suddenly realized: this state is called a soul.

He realized that he was truly dead, in such a miserable state. In Zhaung Ling's heart, he couldn't tell if it was resentment or reluctance. He glanced at the body already covered in a white sheet, floating along with the gurney as it exited the operating room. Following the corridor, he arrived at the east side.

There was another group of relatives crying over there. Zhuang Ling sighed. It was a kind of fate to die on the same day, month, and year. However, when he saw the faces of those devastated people clearly, he was suddenly struck as if by lightning!

Shu Zhongchen, Shu Boheng's second younger brother, was currently kneeling on the ground like a boneless creature, being supported by two people. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the slowly opening door of the operating room, resembling a trapped beast.

"Brother... Big Brother!!! Sob... sob..."

"Shu Boheng!"

No... No way... Impossible! How could Shu Boheng die?! He won't die!

Zhuang Ling looked at the same direction with anticipation, hoping that what would emerge from there would be the body of Shu Boheng with signs of life, or perhaps someone else.

He fervently hoped that this might be a misunderstanding caused by the Shu family or doctors, although his rational self told him that it was impossible.

The bed was indeed pushed out as he had wished, covered by a white cloth. However, Zhuang Ling knew that it was actually Shu Boheng.

Because only this person, when their body is frail and falling apart, stubbornly continues to wear a silver plain ring on their ring finger. Even though it is already so loose and big, it is unknown what they are persisting for. Is it because this ring was given by themselves?

If it were to be revealed, it would shock many to learn that the CEO of Tianheng Company carries around street vendor merchandise every day.

"Take care and find solace, General Shu... "

The director of the cardiology department had just taken off his mask when he was suddenly hit by a fist before he could finish speaking. The force of the blow caused him to stagger several steps backwards, relying on the support of a nurse to regain his balance.

"Incompetent doctor."

"Zhou Ge! My eldest brother won't die! He won't die, right?"

"Xiaochen, you..." The man known as Zhou Ge took a step back, his head tilting slightly, as if unable to bear witnessing the shattered hope in Shu Zhongchen's eyes.

He himself, never could he accept this fact?

From then on, there was no longer a man named Shu Boheng in this world. And Zhuang Ling... Zhou Cheng thought, this also fulfills your long-cherished wish.