"Jiaer, wake up, can you hear me?" An Yan asked him as she took out white gauze from her bag and wrapped it around his neck.

Wen Jiaer's consciousness was very vague. He wanted to speak, but couldn't.

"Jiaer, you can't die. I will save you. You must hold on. Don't die, even if I beg you, okay?" An Yan spoke to him anxiously, and then took out her cell phone to call an ambulance.

Passersby stopped to look at them, all with sympathetic expressions on their faces.

"Jiaer, I'm An Yan. Don't die. You must not die. You must live. No matter for whom it is for, please live." An Yan is not afraid of this kind of injury. What scares her is her fate.

Wen Jiaer knew that her time was running out, but she just couldn't make up her mind.

"Woo woo woo" the ambulance finally arrived.

Wen Jiaer was sent to Li Rongsen's hospital because he needed some conventional treatment and his own hospital was relatively convenient. But An Yan did not tell Li Rongsen about this situation. She thought she could handle it and she didn't want him to worry.

Wen Jiayu also rushed over. When she saw An Yan covered in blood, she hurried forward to ask her, "What's the situation now? How is my brother?"

"Fortunately, there are cures." An Yan said softly.

"What on earth is going on? Why did this happen?"

An Yan frowned and said, "Someone wanted to harm him. Now all efforts have been wasted."

"What do you mean?" Wen Jiayu asked.

"All the previous efforts were in vain, and all the medicines you took were in vain." An Yan sighed, taking out the gold needles and acupuncturing Wen Jiaer.

Wen Jiayu looked carefully at Wen Jiaer's neck. Although it was wrapped in gauze, blood was still seeping out, and his heartbeat was very slow, which was not a good sign.

"Just sit down first, I'll find a way."

"You have a way, but you may not agree to it." Wen Jiayu looked at An Yan. Her eyes were filled with tears that could burst out at any time, but she was holding them back.

An Yan took out another one and stuffed it into Wen Jiaer's mouth, then sat down beside the bed.

Wen Jiayu said: "It's too late. He is going to die. No one can change his fate. It's useless to treat him or save him."

An Yan didn't say anything. She was thinking and struggling, but she couldn't bear to see Jiaer die.

In every life, he died first, and she had to watch him die. But this life couldn't be the same. She couldn't repeat the same mistake again and again.

Wen Jiayu said to An Yan: "An Yan, if you stay with him and are willing to stay with him, he will get better. This is fate, destiny, and cause and effect. Why can't you accept it?"

An Yan remained silent. She looked at the blood on her body, which was so red that it was burning her like fire.

She hated the feeling of being powerless, and hated even more that she had no choice.

"We can't just watch him die. There is obviously a way to save him." Wen Jiayu burst into tears after saying this.

An Yan looked at her, and then she saw the nurse come in and said, "Do you want to treat the wound again?"

"I'll take care of it in a moment."

"Then I'll take his temperature." The nurse said as she approached Wen Jiaer, but she suddenly stopped and said, "Miss An, the person is gone."

An Yan instinctively looked at the heart rate monitor and found that it was a straight line. She rushed to Wen Jiaer's side and pressed his chest, saying, "Wen Jiaer, wake up, you can't die!"

Wen Jiaer didn't react at all. His face was pale, and Wen Jiayu was already crying. She wanted to pull An Yan away. She blamed her and said, "An Yan, why didn't you save him? Why didn't you save him?"

"Jiaer, let's be together. I promise to be with you. Wake up." An Yan said as she hugged him. She felt her eyes getting hot, blurring her vision and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Standing at the door was Li Rongsen, who had just arrived. He heard her say, "Jiaer, don't die. Wake up. I'm with you."

The heartbeat on the ECG monitor started to rise again, which made Wen Jiayu breathe a sigh of relief. She looked at Wen Jiaer and found that his eyelashes moved and a tear fell from his eyes.

An Yan could also feel his heartbeat, so she slowly let him go. She also felt a gaze coming from the door and couldn't help but look over there.

It was Li Rongsen who was looking at her, with no expression on his face. He just stood there quietly, neither moving forward nor backward, like a statue.

Li Rongsen knew that he had lost her.

An Yan quickly lowered her head, she didn't dare to look at him.

Wen Jiaer, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He reached out to hold Anyan's hand. He couldn't speak, but his eyes were full of tenderness and expectation.

Li Rongsen strode back to the car. He came here after receiving the notice from the hospital. Unexpectedly, he saw the scene just now by chance. He felt a wet streak on his face and quickly locked the car door.

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After sitting quietly for a while, he started the car and drove towards West City. He pretended that he had never been there, but he still hoped that An Yan could call him or she could explain it to him.

But no, there was no call or message on his phone.

An Yan was still accompanying Wen Jiaer, and she didn't dare to leave. Instead, Wen Jiayu went back home and brought some daily necessities and some clothes to change into.

"An Yan, change your clothes. You can take a shower here." Wen Jiayu handed her clean clothes.

An Yan was a little absent-minded. She nodded woodenly and got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower. But then she seemed to remember something and came back to Wen Jiaer and took his wrist to feel his pulse.

It was discovered that his illness had disappeared and the root cause had been removed. It really shows how fate plays tricks on people.

Wen Jiayu felt that An Yan looked unhappy and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's fine, everything is fine, I'll go take a shower." An Yan said and quickly walked into the bathroom. She didn't even take off her clothes. She stood under the shower covering her face, trying her best to restrain herself from making any sound.

It started raining outside the window again, but no matter how heavy the rain was, it would not threaten Wen Jiaer's body. He was getting stronger day by day, but the injury on his throat was a bit tiring.

Fortunately, An Yan's medical skills were quite advanced, so this was no problem for her at all. After several treatments, she was almost fully recovered.

"It will take two more days to recover. After all, it's all penetrated." An Yan said as she applied medicine on Wen Jiaer's wound and carefully bandaged him with white gauze. She asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

Wen Jiaer shook his head. He wrote to An Yan on the writing board and said, "Don't be busy. Sit down. I feel sorry for you."

Even though Wen Jiaer's wounds were healing, he still couldn't speak, otherwise it would affect the recovery of his throat, so he could only write on the writing board.

An Yan said, "I'm not tired at all." Then she took out a pill, handed it to him, and said, "Here, hold it in your mouth, you don't have to swallow it."

Wen Jiaer took it and ate it obediently, then wrote on the writing board: "I haven't seen Rong Sen recently. Is he very busy?"

What this means is that everyone has come to see Wen Jiaer, including Yan Qingqiu, but Li Rongsen is the only one missing.

An Yan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then said to him, "He has been a little busy recently, so he asked Yan Qingqiu to bring something to you that day. It should be free in two days."

"Okay, I don't have anything to do here." Wen Jiaer nodded with a smile, and then wrote another sentence, "I'm thinking that after I'm discharged from the hospital, we should hold an engagement ceremony. What do you think?"