Chapter 105 Yan Yu, I hate you, I will never forgive you.

On the night of the storm, Luo Zheng followed in Shen Jin's footsteps to find him.

However, an unexpected incident occurred midway through his journey. A group of people appeared out of nowhere and attacked him, trying to stop him from going to find Shen Jin. He guessed that it was probably Duan Yi who did it, and he was injured as a result.

The hospital was eerily quiet.

Yan Yu knew that his actions were extremely selfish and unfair to Shen Jin, but he had no other choice. He couldn't just watch Xie Li die in front of him, just as Xie Li hadn't watched him die in the sea of ​​fire.

Xie Li once saved his life, preventing him from dying in that fire, whether accidental or man-made, and allowing him to live to this day, all because Xie Li saved him back then.

He still owed Xie Li a life, so no matter how much he hated Xie Li for deceiving and betraying him, and for the harm he caused to Shen Jin, Yan Yu could not let these emotions control him at the critical moment of life and death.

“Shen Jin… even if he hates me…” Yan Yu took a deep breath. He realized that he really didn’t have the courage to think so much. Just thinking about the possibility that Shen Jin might hate him made him feel scared and powerless.

But there really is no other way.

He stood there helplessly, watching as Shen Jin's blood was slowly drawn from his veins. He looked like he was about to collapse, his already pale face now appearing even weaker, which was heartbreaking.

“Shen Jin…” Yan Yu’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the person who had fainted from illness and was unconscious, yet was still donating blood. His heart ached terribly.

If he could, he wished he could donate blood to Xie Li in place of Shen Jin, but his blood type was different, so he could only think about this slim possibility.

A doctor was watching nearby and noticed his unusual expression. He roughly guessed what was wrong and kindly said, "Sir, would you please step outside for a moment?"

Yan Yu snapped out of his daze, shifting his gaze from Shen Jin. He took a breath and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm fine. I just want to stay here... and watch, just watch him like this..."

He didn't want to leave; he just wanted to stand there and watch... to see how Shen Jin was having his blood drawn while unconscious and completely unaware, and to clearly feel just how heartless he had been...

How could someone not be ruthless to do such a thing?

Yan Yu closed his eyes, feeling a sense of despair.

For some reason, he began to miss his deceased mother. Although they had only spent a short time together, she had been the closest and kindest person to him. If she were still in this world, would she be very disappointed in him?

Xie Li's mother passed away when he was young, and now only his father and they depend on each other for survival. Recently, his father went abroad for work and has not yet returned.

Therefore, now that Xie Li has had an accident, it will take him time to get back.

Xie Cheng, on the other hand, rushed back to the hospital from outside, ran to the operating room door, excitedly grabbed Yan Yu's hand, and said in a rapid voice, "We found a blood donor? Really?! Who is it?!"

Yan Yu sat outside the door waiting. He was already very irritable and frustrated. Now that he was being pressed for answers like this, he couldn't help but frown. But he knew that Yan Yu was just being overly worried, so he didn't get angry.

"Found it, they're already transfusing blood..." Yan Yu closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch so much blood being drawn from Shen Jin's body, so he went outside to wait. But even so, he couldn't calm down.

The overwhelming sense of guilt seemed to envelop him, dragging him into an endless darkness from which he could never see the light of day.

Xie Cheng hadn't noticed his emotions. After hearing what he said, his wildly fluctuating mood finally calmed down a bit. He let out a soft breath and asked, "Which kind person donated blood?"

The thought of those words stabbed Yan Yu's heart again, causing a sharp, throbbing pain. He could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to calm down, and manage a self-deprecating laugh.

"How could you?" Xie Cheng asked, only then noticing that something was wrong with him. He assumed he was grieving over Xie Li's situation and sighed softly, "It's not too late! Everything will be alright, everything will be alright!"

He might be alright, but what about Chen Jin, who gave him the blood transfusion...?

The question was driving Yan Yu crazy, making his head feel like it was going to explode. He felt like punching himself in the face to make himself feel better.

After Shen Jin finished receiving the blood transfusion, the nurse wheeled him out. Yan Yu could see that the already thin and emaciated man looked even paler and weaker now, with no color in his face and very dry lips.

Xie Cheng, standing to the side, was stunned for a moment, somewhat incredulous. He stared wide-eyed at Shen Jin, who had been pushed out, then looked at Yan Yu, who was standing next to him in a daze, and asked uncertainly, "Shen... Jin?"

Yan Yu did not answer him, but his expression and reaction had already given the best response.

The doctor standing next to the nurse said, "After the blood draw, his body is very weak. He is currently in a coma and has not yet regained consciousness. He needs to be hospitalized to rest properly. In addition, his high fever has not subsided. We need to take him to get an IV drip immediately."

After the doctor finished speaking, the nurse next to him pushed Shen Jin into another room, while Yan Yu followed behind like an emotionless wooden figure, his face pale and unable to utter a single word.

Xie Cheng stood behind, watching all this with mixed feelings. He frowned, then looked away and quickly turned to the doctor beside him: "What about Xie Li? How is Xie Li?"

"The surgery is still ongoing, but after finding fresh blood for transfusion, he'll be fine. However, his injuries were too severe, and we don't know if there will be any aftereffects after he's saved..." The doctor frowned. "Please wait for the results."

The doctor didn't elaborate further, but Xie Cheng could understand his unspoken meaning: Xie Li might be saved after the surgery, but whether the injuries from the plane crash would leave any lasting effects was another matter.

Xie Cheng's heart sank. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm: "It's alright, it's alright. As long as we're out of danger, everything will be alright..."

At the same time, Xie Cheng's phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was Qing Yan calling. He was feeling heavy-hearted, and now his punching bag had come to him.

He answered the phone, and Qingyan's voice was a little hoarse as she said, "I'm sorry, I haven't found anyone whose blood type matches Young Master Xie's. As for the hospital you mentioned, I've been there, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Cheng couldn't wait to curse, "Useless!"

Qingyan: "..."

He always felt that this guy was deliberately waiting for him to call so he could give him a good scolding and vent his anger.

“Yeah, I’m useless,” Qing Yan readily admitted, unmoved, and asked with a calm expression, “What about you? Have you found it over there? You know time is of the essence.”

The moment the question was uttered, he heard a gritted-teeth voice coming from the receiver, followed by a cold reply: "Since when has it become your place to ask me these questions? Who do you think you are! Don't forget who you are!"

Qingyan: "..."

Okay, I can tell from his tone that he didn't find it either, so he's taking his anger out on me.

“I know I’m nothing, and you don’t need to remind me all the time.” Qing Yan coughed a few times; she had a cold recently, and her voice was a little hoarse. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll continue.”

"No need, the others have already been found," Xie Cheng said coldly. "With your incompetent efficiency, they'd be dead by the time you find them!"

Qingyan: "...Mm."

Cursing his own brother like that, he's a real wolf in sheep's clothing.

He knew Xie Cheng's character well; he knew Xie Cheng didn't treat him like a human being and would beat or kick him. Qing Yan usually didn't have anything to say to him and would just hang up.

However, after he hung up, when he heard the dial tone, Xie Cheng realized that he had already hung up the phone. A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he felt that Qing Yan was really taking him too seriously, daring to hang up on him.

Corresponding to his anger, he also felt a strange emptiness in his heart, which made him want to fight back, but he quickly suppressed this crazy idea.

"Damn it," Xie Cheng cursed under his breath, planning to teach Qing Yan a lesson later.

On the Rong family's side, Rong Lan had finally finished dealing with all the mess left over from the banquet. Before she could even find Shen Jin, she had to rush to the hospital to see Luo Zheng because he was injured, which wasted a lot of time.

Rong Lan wanted to find Shen Jin, but didn't want to make a big fuss and let everyone know, so it was bound to cause some trouble.

Inside the Duan family mansion—

"The list of crash victims... Xie Li?" Duan Yi stroked the name with his fingertips, his peach blossom eyes curving slightly, his smile becoming even more meaningful. "I think I know where President Yan is, and that... Shen Jin."

He waved to Jiang Yang: "Find out which hospital Xie Li is in, and—"

Duan Yi pushed the two photos in front of Jiang Yang and smiled calmly: "Try not to let anything get out of the hospital where Xie Li is. Suppress any news about Xie Li, or Yan Yu... Shen Jin."

Jiang Yang understood his implication. After a long silence, she asked uncertainly, "How did you determine that President Yan and Shen Jin would be at the hospital where Young Master Xie is?"

"Hmm?" Duan Yi raised her peach blossom eyes, glanced at him, then smiled and looked away, gazing out the window. She said casually, "Of course it's just a guess. Maybe we'll run into a dead rat."

If he remembered correctly, Xie Li saved Yan Yu's life when they were children, and it wasn't a secret that Yan Yu later fell in love with him. Now that something like that happened to Xie Li, wouldn't Yan Yu be there? And what if he needed a blood transfusion or something...?

Rong Jin's blood... seems like a very good choice.

In the hospital, the operating room door opened. Xie Li's surgery was considered successful, but he would not be able to wake up for a while and would need to rest properly. It would be normal for him to wake up in ten days or half a month.

Yan Yu glanced at him briefly, and after knowing that he was out of danger, he left and returned to Shen Jin's ward, staying by his side and watching him closely, afraid that he would run away again after waking up.

His hands were pale and cold. Yan Yu held them in his palms, kissed them, his eyes reddening. He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry... I know you must be very disappointed in me, and angry with me..."

It seems he has never done anything good for Shen Jin; on the contrary, he has hurt him in various ways, both indirectly and directly.

The person on the hospital bed remained lifeless and unresponsive. Even after receiving an IV drip, the high fever persisted, and there was still no sign of waking up until late at night when the person finally showed some reaction.

Because Yan Yu was afraid that Shen Jin would run away again after waking up, he stayed by Shen Jin's side all night and even slept right next to his bed. So he was immediately startled awake: "Shen Jin?!"

He shouted a bit loudly, his emotions were fluctuating too much.

Shen Jin opened one eye groggily, feeling extremely tired, as if he had no strength left. He wanted to close his eyes again and drift off to sleep.

Although he was unconscious in the operating room, he was still somewhat conscious. Therefore, he heard what Yan Yu said and knew that Yan Yu had taken it upon himself to sign his name and have the doctor draw his blood to give to Xie Li in order to save him...

Shen Jin could feel his scalding blood being continuously drawn from his body; it was painful and uncomfortable. Then, the blood drawn from his body was transfused into Xie Li...

He was so desperate that he wanted to cry, but no sound came out. He could only be slaughtered and fell into a breakdown, enduring all kinds of torture. Meanwhile, the person who had harmed him so badly could accept his blood as a matter of course.

Seeing him slightly open his eyes, Yan Yu cautiously called out, "Shen Jin..."

When Shen Jin glanced at him weakly, Yan Yu's heart skipped a beat. He felt that Shen Jin's gaze towards him seemed to have changed...

Shen Jin weakly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and moved his dry lips: "...Get out."

"I'm sorry..." Yan Yu gritted his teeth, gripped his hand tightly, and looked at him with guilt in his slightly reddened eyes, "I know you are now..."

Although Shen Jin was weak and had little strength, he withdrew his hand as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, and murmured forlornly, "You disgust me..."

Yan Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned deathly pale.

"...Xie Li is a human...but I am not?" Shen Jin weakly moved his lips, his voice low and fragile, but the meaning he wanted to express was very clear, "What...do you take me for?"

Yan Yu's eyes reddened, and he sat there somewhat blankly and helplessly, beginning to feel afraid. He became flustered, especially frightened by Shen Jin's desperate eyes. He called out hoarsely, "Shen Jin..."

Shen Jin lowered his eyes: "What...right do you have...?"

"Yan Yu, I hate you..." Shen Jin's eyes were somewhat unfocused, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. His voice was low, and he enunciated each word clearly, "I will never forgive you in my entire life..."