Fortunately, An Yan was very strong and she was able to drag Wen Jiaer to the sofa by herself. She quickly gave him some medicine, but he seemed to have no reaction.

This made An Yan a little panicked, she couldn't let him die.

An Yan remembered something, and she hurried to the big medicine table, threw Wen Jiaer's medicine into the medicine cauldron, and then used a sharp needle to cut a thin long cut on her wrist, and dripped blood on the medicine in the cauldron, which was instantly absorbed. She then closed the lid of the cauldron and wrapped it with white gauze to stop the bleeding from the wound.

Wen Jiaer looked over again. His forehead was covered with sweat. His condition had not improved. He began to have nightmares and kept muttering, "An Yan, let's be together. We have to be together eventually. Where are you?"

An Yan grabbed his waving hands in the air and then inserted a needle into them, which seemed to calm him down.

Wen Jiaer coughed a few more times, still showing no sign of waking up, and he held An Yan's hand tightly and refused to let go.

An Yan stopped struggling. It seemed that this was the only way he would look better. She could only sit by the side and wait for him to get better.

A fragrance was wafting out of the medicine cauldron, indicating that the medicine was ready. An Yan wanted to go over and get the medicine, but she couldn't leave. His hands seemed to be wrapped around hers, and she was afraid of hurting him if she tried to force them open.

Just as I was worrying, I heard footsteps at the door.

An Yan looked back and saw that it was Li Rongsen coming over.

Li Rongsen had finished his work and wanted to come over here to take a look. He thought Wen Jiaer would leave early in the morning, but he didn't expect him to be still there, lying on the sofa, with one hand tightly holding An Yan's hand.

He was naturally uncomfortable, but he had to control his emotions and asked, "What happened?"

"He's not feeling well. He just vomited blood and passed out, and has been having nightmares." An Yan explained to him. She hoped he didn't misunderstand.

Li Rongsen breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and saw that Wen Jiaer's face was indeed not very good, pale and blue, and asked: "How can I help you?"

"Please help me watch him." An Yan said as she tried to pull her own hand, but ended up pulling the white gauze off her wrist.

Li Rongsen immediately asked: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"It's okay." An Yan finally pulled his hand away, but Wen Jiaer became agitated again and started grabbing around again.

Li Rongsen instinctively held his hand, and saw that Wen Jiaer had calmed down again. He was not surprised, so he asked, "What happened to him? Is it a complication of his throat disease?"

Of course An Yan couldn't tell him the truth, so she just said, "I don't know what happened." Then she went to the medicine cauldron, took out the medicine, put it into a small bowl to dissolve it, and then walked back over.

Li Rongsen quickly helped Wen Jiaer up so that An Yan could feed him the medicine, but most of the medicine was spilled and only a few drops could flow into his throat.

An Yan couldn't help feeling anxious, so she started giving Wen Jiaer acupuncture again and couldn't help but sigh.

Li Rongsen saw An Yan's unprecedented helplessness and sadness, and his heart was twitching. He saw her tearing off the white gauze bandaged on her wrist, revealing the scar on it, and he couldn't help but ask her: "What are you doing?"

"It seems that we need to use blood to nourish him." An Yan said as she took out the needle and cut the wound again.

But Li Rongsen grabbed her wrist and said, "This won't work. Why should you use your blood to feed him? If you really want to use blood, I also have blood, and it is immune to all poisons."

"I'll do it." An Yan didn't want to tell him that his blood was useless.

But Li Rongsen insisted, saying: "He and I are friends, so I should save him."

"I've already taken blood, so it doesn't matter if I do it again." An Yan was a little anxious, so she blurted out.

"I see." Li Rongsen now understood how she was injured. He felt sour and angry. He went to the table to get a knife.

But An Yan stopped him. She said, "I am his attending physician. I don't need help from others. Even if you want to draw blood, I don't need it."

Li Rongsen was stunned for a long time before he said, "You treat him really differently."

An Yan did not reply, and when she saw Wen Jiaer coughing again, she hurried over to pat his chest, and then listened to his chest, without any hesitation about the difference between men and women. She also skillfully took blood from her wrist and put it on his lips, and then gently stroked his throat.

This series of actions was extremely unacceptable to Li Rongsen. It was not convincing to say that she did not like Wen Jiaer.

At this time, Wen Jiaer began to murmur again: "An Yan, Yan'er, are you there, are you there?"

"I'm here." An Yan held his hand, and he soon calmed down, even his breathing became steady.

Li Rongsen had nothing to say, and he didn't need to ask anything, so he turned around and left.

The rain outside was getting heavier, but Li Rongsen didn't mind. He hardly felt it was raining. He felt annoyed, but when he got into his car he realized that he was wet. He wanted to leave, but he didn't have the motivation to start the car, so he stopped halfway through the drive.

He looked up at the upstairs, the lights were still on, there were two people there, one was his best friend, the other was the woman he loved the most. He became the superfluous one.

Thinking carefully about An Yan's attitude towards Wen Jiaer during this period, it was something he had never seen before. Even towards him, she had never been so attentive and caring.

He had thought for a moment that he was special to her, but it was just self-righteousness.

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Think about how she looked just now, so anxious and caring.

He felt that he had lost, lost the whole world.

The sound of a car "beep beep beep" brought Li Rongsen back to his thoughts. He saw a man getting out of the car over there, walking over and knocking on his window. When he rolled it down, he saw it was Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu said: "What's wrong with you? You're stuck here and won't move. I honked the horn but there was no response. Are you dizzy?"

"Why are you here?"

"I came to see you. I was a little worried. I felt like something was going to happen."

Li Rongsen felt very sad when he heard this. He took a deep breath and said, "Nothing happened."

"What's with that expression on your face? It's as if the world is going to end tomorrow. Is it true that nothing has happened?" Yan Qingqiu really didn't believe it.

"An Yan is upstairs. Wen Jiaer is in a very bad condition."

"Then why did you come down?"

"I can't help." Li Rongsen said, and suddenly felt that he was petty. His brother was on the verge of life and death. Once he recovered, everyone could rely on their own abilities. Maybe An Yan would change her mind.

He can't give up, nothing can bring him down.

Li Rongsen parked the car, looked at his watch again, and said, "Let's go buy something to eat. It's already dinner time."

Yan Qingqiu nodded and agreed, then went with Li Rongsen to get things, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

On the other side, An Yan had been taking care of Wen Jiaer and had not thought about going anywhere else. She was relieved when she saw him finally wake up. She looked behind her, but did not see Li Rongsen, and she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Wen Jiaer asked, "What's wrong with me?" When Qi Yu wanted to rub his forehead with his hand, he realized that his hand was holding An Yan's hand. He quickly let go and said, "I'm sorry, I offended you."

"It's okay, you had a nightmare." An Yan finally felt relieved. She must save him. She had never been able to save him in her previous life, so she couldn't miss this time.

Wen Jiaer felt very sorry and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I feel much better now."