My Heart only Beats for You novel Chapter 1743

Ruth's tears kept flowing.

Just then, a doctor turned around and looked at her.

He said urgently, "You're supposed to be taking care of the patient, right? Hurry up and come see whether you can wake him up, please."

Ruth was taken aback.

She held back her tears and hurried over.

"Try calling out to him. See if you can wake him up." The doctor sounded anxious.

He had encountered a few cases like this before.

The patient would be on the brink of death, but they would suddenly have the urge to live and be able to make it through after hearing the pleas of their family and friends.

Although the chances were slim, it was not impossible.

Ruth's eyelashes trembled violently.

She had always seen herself as a lowly maid. She would never have expected to be entrusted with such a huge responsibility at such a critical moment.

She took a deep breath, then boldly held Zorion's hand. "Mr. Zorion, it's Ruth. Please wake up, will you? You promised me you'd have a snowball fight with me once there was snow, didn't you? Have you forgotten about your promise to me?"

Ruth nearly started to cry again as she gazed at Zorion's deathly pale face.

She did not dare to, however.

She could only try her best to hold her tears back as she spoke to Zorion.

Ruth continued to speak, but there was no reaction from Zorion.

His breathing was even growing weaker.

She was starting to panic.

She looked at the doctor. "Mr. Zorion isn't responding at all. Can you guys give him some more CPR or something? He's not responding!"

The doctors shook their heads.

It looked like this was the end!

Ruth immediately understood what the doctors meant. She felt like she was descending into an endless pit of despair.

In her terror, she pressed her face to Zorion's and cried, "Mr. Zorion, don't scare me! Say something, please!"

Zorion was plunged into darkness.

In his dazed state, he saw himself as a child again.

He had gone out to play once.

He would always be accompanied by a group of maids or butlers, but that time he had given them the slip and ran out on his own. He had ended up being attacked by a bunch of older kids.

They had beaten him up and crushed him under their weight.

Zorion was being smothered.

He wanted to breathe, but to no avail.

He felt like he was definitely going to die.

Suddenly, a little girl appeared.

She was about the same age as Zorion, or perhaps even younger than him, but she helped him to chase the bullies away.

She even helped him wipe away the blood on his face.

Zorion's hands and face were cold.

He pointed at his face and said, "Cold, it's cold."

The little girl then pressed her face to his and rubbed his hands with hers to warm them up. "You won't be cold once I do this."

A wave of warmth washed over Zorion.

He really did not feel cold anymore.

Not even a little.

Zorion laughed happily.

"I'm not cold anymore."

The little girl laughed along with him.

Her smile was beautiful, warm and sweet.

Zorion gazed at her in a daze.

In that instant, he felt like the little girl's smile had cleared away the endless darkness, allowing the sun to shine down on them.