The doctors were all preparing, and the surroundings were filled with the fluttering of robes, the scene constantly changing. Aunt Lan covered her face and silently shed tears, her eyes red, looking earnestly at Yun Nuan in the ward.

She had already been put on an oxygen mask, and the electrocardiogram next to her showed only faint changes, on the verge of stopping.

"What should we do? Mr. Qin hasn't arrived yet." Aunt Lan's heart was clenching. Acheng was also waiting anxiously. Everyone was worried, but they could only watch helplessly.

The doctor came over again, and the form in his hand needed to be signed. After signing, the surgery could proceed.

"The operating room is ready. Miss Yun's condition can't be delayed any longer."

Aunt Lan held those heavy bills, which felt like they weighed a ton. She turned to look at the door, hoping Mr. Qin would appear soon. Nuan Nuan was still waiting for him. Mr. Qin, please come quickly!

The nurses had already begun preparing to transfer Yun Nuan from the ward to the operating room and wheel her out the door. Hurried, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Qin Yan ran to the crowd, and Aunt Lan was excited. Looking at the pale-faced person on the hospital bed, Qin Yan felt as if time had turned back to their first meeting, when she was just like that, lifeless.

He grabbed her hand; it was icy cold, devoid of any human warmth. He hurriedly knelt beside her. His outstretched hand tentatively touched her face; a faint warmth emanated from her. He finally found some respite.

"Baby, don't be afraid when you go into the operating room. No matter what is beckoning to you, don't go with it."

I'll be waiting for you outside the operating room. Remember, Qin Yan is waiting for you outside the operating room. Even if I wave to you, don't pay attention.

Baby, it's very cold down there. You're not feeling well, so don't stay down there. I'm a little scared. Please, please don't leave me alone. We haven't spent a New Year together yet, I haven't waited for your birthday, and I haven't proposed to you.

You really wanted to eat those hot pot snacks, right? Once you're better, I'll agree to anything you want. I'll prepare as much as you want. Don't give up, okay? Don't give up.

Yun Nuan, please have a little more affection for this world, love me a little more, okay? Please don't give up on me!

His tears soaked the spot beside her pillow, his hair was disheveled, revealing his bleeding forehead. The once aloof and noble person was now completely flustered and lost all sense of proportion.

The nurse, unable to bear it any longer, turned her face away and gently patted the spot next to her, saying...

"Mr. Qin, please sign the papers first, the surgery is running out of time."

He raised his bloodshot eyes, took the paper Aunt Lan handed him, signed it, and then followed the nurse as she pushed the gurney towards the operating room.

He gently squeezed her hand, and finally forced a smile before speaking.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be watching over you from outside. Yun Nuan will live a long and healthy life!"

The operating room door closed, the overhead streetlights turned red, and a group of people waited outside the operating room.

Jiang Miao and Lin Yu rushed over, asking, "How is it? How is it?"

Guan Mingyue and Xie Huaqin followed closely behind, while Xu Anbai in Huaxi Village was still unaware of what had happened. Jiang Miao looked at Aunt Lan.

Aunt Lan pointed to the operating room door and said in a choked voice, "Just... just went into the operating room."

The group looked at the operating room with its red light on, and their mood immediately became heavy. Just as they were about to ask where Boss Qin had gone, they turned their heads and saw Qin Yan leaning against the wall, looking utterly dejected and disheveled, with blood already flowing down his forehead.

Lin Yu took out a handkerchief and handed it over, "Boss Qin, wipe it off."

Qin Yan reached out and took the handkerchief from him without saying a word. He held it in his hand without making any movement. Lin Yu noticed that there were also wounds on the back of his hand, as if he had bitten them hard.

His eyes were cold and brooding; he was like a robot. Lin Yu wanted to persuade him, but couldn't find the words. Inside the operating room was their friend, Qin Yan's lover. If it were Jiang Miao inside, he wouldn't be able to remain rational either.

Therefore, those who advise others to take good care of themselves often have no way of truly empathizing with what the other person has gone through.

Everyone waited in silence. In the emergency room next door, some people were crying and others were making a scene. Doctors hurried by. In the coming and going, they saw the hope of life and the end of death.

The operating room door opened again to announce a critical condition notice. Qin Yan's shoulders were so heavy he could barely hold the pen, and he had to use his other hand to support himself as he wrote his name.

The door closed again, and a heavy, deathly atmosphere lingered around everyone.

Qin Yan was born into a less than happy family, and from a young age he knew that his family was different from others. His father and mother's marriage was a business arrangement with no emotional foundation whatsoever.

However, they mostly treated each other with respect. The mother was a dancer, and she was most beautiful when she danced.

She had a dream. Before giving birth to Qin Yan, she wanted to be the principal dancer of a famous dance troupe. After giving birth to Qin Yan, she often complained that marriage had ruined her dream, and then she would question him and her father aggressively.

His father was a very successful businessman, but his world revolved solely around work. When Qin Yan was young, he often looked forward to his father coming home for dinner, but every phone call he received was accompanied by the message that his father had work to do that evening.

As they grew older, they seemed to reach a balance. They realized that the other was an inseparable part of them. Ironically, they only learned to love when Qin Yan was fifteen, but they only learned to love each other.

They kept silent about their son, who was born into a family they both disliked. Even so, when his father applied to go overseas to expand the Qin family's business, he still took him with him.

His mother wanted to pursue her dream of becoming the top student, so the family of three went abroad.

His father was busy with his career, and his mother was busy pursuing her dreams. No one cared whether their son would adapt to this land, whether he would be discriminated against or bullied, or whether he could get used to the vastly different food.

They only cared about where to go on dates in their spare time from their busy work. The passion of middle age led Qin Yan to learn to cook for herself in the large house, and also to learn to be alone.

Qin Yan displayed his talent, defeating all those who discriminated against him on that land, and his achievements were the best proof.

Qin's father and mother also began to notice their son, who had grown up alone, got into the best university, and started his own business, creating considerable wealth.

The admiring gaze of Qin's father and the proud face of Qin's mother caused the seed deep in his heart to sprout slightly. Just when he thought they had finally noticed their son, they were involved in a car accident on their way to a date.

It was an ordinary day, but once again they left their son behind to go on a date and then something happened. When he received the news, he didn't know how to express his feelings.