Chapter 49 In his past life, Xie Zhiyan was accidentally seriously injured and almost died.

The feeling of suffocation weighed on Xie Zhiyan's heart, making it hard for him to breathe. A man who looked exactly like him appeared in the scene.

He traveled far and wide, searching for Shu Ying's whereabouts, but by some twist of fate, he never managed to meet her.

Xie Zhiyan was like an outsider, only able to watch the tragedies in his dreams happen, tragedies that could have been prevented.

"Yueyue, don't go to sleep yet. Daddy will find us soon. Didn't you say you wanted to play with Daddy? Can you be strong?"

Shu Ying's voice gradually weakened as the cold rain lashed against her body, water droplets trickling down her hair.

The child in her arms was already stiff, her little hands dangling on the ground. Shu Ying knelt on the ground holding her, her face devoid of its usual vitality.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Shu Ying lived a life of despair, with no hope left for her. The economic difficulties, coupled with the hardships of long hours of labor, had caused her to fall ill from overwork.

The physical pain was not terrible; it was her inner turmoil that she could never resolve.

The loss of her two children, the upheavals in her family, the death of her loved ones, and the disappearance of her husband weighed heavily on her like a mountain.

When the man who had been searching for her finally found her, Shu Ying was already a lifeless corpse.

"She was fine last night, and I even heard her coughing in the middle of the night. Why is her body so cold now?"

Before Xie Zhiyan could even feel happy after finding the person, the production team leader who was leading the way and lived next door was in a state of panic.

The captain knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. After obtaining Xie Zhiyan's permission, he had no choice but to break down the door.

"Shuying!"

Xie Zhiyan ran over in a panic, his dream self taking Shu Ying around looking for a doctor.

That day was originally a warm and sunny day. The willows in the fields had sprouted buds, and people were working everywhere. Everything was thriving.

Only Shu Ying didn't get to wait for that person; she remained forever in the dead of night when the weather suddenly changed.

It seems like their fate is always just one step away. They're always just one night apart. If he had acted a little faster, if he had arrived a little earlier, would everything have been different?

But there are no "what ifs" in this world; the thing that is most powerless for people is that they cannot turn back time.

The person was obviously gone, but Xie Zhiyan refused to believe it, so the village chief could only call the village's old doctor over first.

The old Chinese medicine doctor checked Shu Ying's breathing and shook his head regretfully: "She's not breathing anymore. Even a god couldn't save her."

Xie Zhiyan rubbed Shu Ying's arms vigorously with both hands. She was very cold, her face was pale, and her hands were already a little stiff.

His voice was low and a tear fell: "Shuying, don't be afraid, we'll go to the hospital, the doctor will definitely have a way to cure you."

Xie Zhiyan was almost insane, but the village chief couldn't stop him, so he could only try his luck and found a cart from the village to come over.

Xie Zhiyan took the person to a nearby hospital, where the doctor shook his head repeatedly: "This person has been dead for more than ten hours. It's better to bury him as soon as possible. This constant torment will not allow the deceased to rest in peace."

He noticed the man wasn't in good shape; he was injured and he hoped he wouldn't get into trouble along with his wife.

The doctor's casual words sent Xie Zhiyan's heart sinking to the bottom.

His voice held an almost imperceptible plea: "Doctor, she's usually in very good health. Please take another look, just in case, just in case there's still a glimmer of hope?"

They didn't understand Shu Ying. Although she grew up in luxury, she wasn't the delicate type.

She is resilient and unwilling to admit defeat; as long as there is even the slightest hope, she will not give up her will to survive.

They were so close, and he had to find a way to make up for it.

The doctor shook his head. They were used to such situations, but the worst thing a doctor could do was to be overly empathetic.

“We understand your feelings, but this comrade has indeed passed away. From a professional point of view, there is no need to try to save him.”

To put it bluntly, it's a waste to use medical resources and manpower on a deceased person.

Xie Zhiyan turned his head to look at Shu Ying, whose eyes were closed, and knelt down in front of the hospital bed, exhausted.

"Shuying, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm late. I shouldn't have kept you waiting for so long, and I shouldn't have..."

He only had three days left when he was urgently recalled to his unit, where he nearly died in an accident.

But he simply couldn't bring himself to say those words.

He is a soldier of the people, and his destiny is to obey orders.

But despite his many efforts, he couldn't protect his wife.

Xie Zhiyan fainted in the hospital. With new injuries and old wounds combined, he was depressed and angry, and ended up staying in the hospital for more than a month.

By the time he was discharged from the hospital, Shu Ying had already been buried. They were ultimately separated by death, and even the daughter he had never met became a small tombstone.

"Shu Ying!!"

Xie Zhiyan was suddenly awakened from his sleep. He subconsciously sat up in bed and opened his eyes to look around.

He hadn't slept long; it was still dark outside.

Yesterday, Xie Zhiyan was so tired that he didn't close the window in his room. A gust of cold wind blew in, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

But the thought of that dream sent chills down his spine: "Was I really dreaming?"

For a moment, even Xie Zhiyan couldn't tell whether it was a premonition or just a dream.

He clearly saw Shu Ying's pain and tears; the inner turmoil and struggle were not just a hazy dream.

Thinking about the final fate of the two of them, Xie Zhiyan felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, causing him so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

He looked up at the sky outside; it was just beginning to lighten, and he didn't have much time left.