Ye Ya let Xia Yu take her to the hospital despite the obstacles.

There were people coming and going in the huge hospital, Xia Yu was wearing a mask, and his sunglasses were tightly covering his eyes. He was holding Ye Ya, but passersby didn't recognize him for a while. After Xia Yu asked the hospital staff, he went directly to the emergency room.

The corridor outside the emergency room was empty and quiet, and the smell of disinfectant filled the nose and mouth.

Ye Linchuan stood against the wall, his eyes fixed on the closed door.

—His son is inside.

Ye Ya broke free from Xia Yu's arms and staggered towards Ye Linchuan.

"elder brother!"

The child's tender and sharp roar made Ye Linchuan walk out of the chaos. Looking at Ye Ya's crying swollen eyes, there was finally a glimmer of light in his lower eyes. Ye Linchuan picked up Ye Ya and sat down to the side, his fingertips were icy cold due to his anxiety.

"I want my brother..." Ye Ya choked, pulling on Ye Linchuan's clothes, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Linchuan couldn't hide his sadness, gently wiped away the tears on Ye Ya's face, and reassured in a hoarse voice: "Brother is fine, Ya Ya don't cry, brother will be fine."

"You lied to me." Adults are all liars, adults are the best at deceiving children, Ye Ya didn't believe what he said.

"I won't lie to you." Ye Linchuan stared at the lights in the emergency room, as if to say to Ye Ya, or to himself, "Qinghe will be fine."

His eldest son seemed gentle and delicate, but he was actually very patient. No matter what kind of difficulties you can overcome in the past by your own ability, I believe this time will be the same. Yu Yan would not be willing to take away his most beloved son from him.

A heavy stone was blocked in Ye Linchuan's chest, and he exhaled a long breath, a silent and oppressive atmosphere lingering in the air.

Xia Yu on the side didn't know what to say, so it was best to keep silent at this time.

Ye Linchuan noticed Xia Yu, looked up and said, "Please send Ye Ya here. You should also have a job, so don't worry about us now."

Xia Yu had a notice to rush, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "Then I'll go first, Brother Chuan can call me if you need it, and I will definitely help if I can help."

Ye Linchuan nodded.

Xia Yu asked cautiously again, "Is the money... still enough?"

Ye Linchuan smiled: "I have deposited property in this hospital, so don't worry about the cost."

Xia Yu was relieved, "That's good." Then he said, "Then I'll go first, Brother Chuan will call me if you need it, don't worry about it."

"Um."

Watching Xia Yu go away, the father and daughter continue to wait for the situation in the emergency room.

At this time, Shen Zhou sent a text message to ask about the situation. They originally said that they would be able to go back in the morning, but now that the set time has passed, the children in the family must be very worried.

Ye Linchuan was afraid that the children would panic, so he made a random excuse to fool him, closed his phone and waited quietly.

Time passed by, Ye Ya leaned into Ye Linchuan's arms and fell asleep. When his eyes were about to close, the lights in the emergency room went out, the door of the ward opened, and doctors and nurses came out one after another.

The two woke up instantly and hurriedly got up to meet the past.

"Doctor Liu, how is my child?" Ye Linchuan pretended to be calm, but his too eager tone betrayed his inner emotions.

"He needs to be hospitalized for a period of time." Dr. Zhao said, "His current situation is very unstable, and Mr. Ye has to prepare in advance."

Ye Linchuan's heart sank, and he was sluggish for a long time. His voice was stiff and he spat out word by word: "What preparation?"

"Qinghe's condition has deteriorated seriously. Given his current age and physical fitness, it is not recommended to perform surgery. We can only take temporary conservative treatment."

The meaning inside and outside of Dr. Zhao's words couldn't be more obvious.

Ye Linchuan hugged Ye Ya tightly like a tree, and it took a long time before he looked into the ward. Ye Qinghe hadn't woken up yet, the slender body of the young man lay quietly on the white hospital bed with a cold tube inserted into his body, the sun gently enveloped the young man, his eyes were tightly closed, as beautiful as a deep sleep.

Ye Linchuan's heart seemed to be choked by an iron claw, making it hard for him to breathe, and the pain was unbearable.

He hasn't done many evil things in his life, but God is unfair, he took away his parents in his youth, his wife in middle age, and now he wants to take away his most beloved son.

"I want to see my brother." Ye Ya eagerly wanted to walk to her brother's side. Ye Linchuan didn't stop her, and put down Ye Ya in a trance. After she entered the ward, he went to the stairwell in silence.

Most of the stairs in the hospital are empty and quiet.

He squatted alone in the corner, fumbled out a box of cigarettes from his arms, lit one between his fingers, and the smoke curled upwards. The side face was shrouded in white mist, and the expression was light, without any emotion.

The doctor once said that Ye Qinghe's optimal age for surgery is eighteen years old, but judging from Ye Qinghe's current condition, he may not be able to survive at eighteen years old at all.

A sense of powerlessness pouring from the bottom of his heart surrounded him, Ye Linchuan leaned against the cold and hard wall in despair, his arms drooped by his sides, and his eyes were full of grief. He was in so much pain that he could not shed a single tear.

Ye Linchuan stood quietly like this for a long time, until the spark of the cigarette burned out, then he extinguished the cigarette, reorganized his appearance, and walked out of the stairwell with his back straight.

He is a single father who can never show his vulnerable side to his children.

Whenever and wherever, he has to stay strong.

"It's so pitiful... I guess I won't be able to wake up."

"Yeah, obviously still so young."

"It's been a long time since the accident happened, and no one has come to claim it. I heard that she was an orphan, and I don't know if it's true or not. But our hospital can't keep losing money to treat her..."

The voice of the nurse's discussion caught Ye Linchuan's attention, he couldn't help but stop, and the ghosts and spirits drove him to the room behind him...

A woman is lying on the bed.

young woman.

That face... 80% similar to Yu Yan.

Ye Linchuan's expression stopped for a moment, his pupils tightened instantly, his blood boiled, and his heart was beating wildly with excitement and surprise.

How can it be…

how come…

Ye Linchuan's throat was dry, and he couldn't help but walk in.

The woman appeared to be in her twenties and suffered severe physical trauma. The electrocardiogram rang beside her, and the green rising wave showed her fragile life. The ventilator covered most of her face, but she could vaguely see Yu Yan's shadow.

It can be said to be exactly the same.

The same melon seed face, willow leaf eyebrows, sleeping like a baby.

"Yu Yan?" Ye Linchuan couldn't help but murmured his lover's name, and his slender fingertips slowly approached the face that was fascinated by dreams. When the fingertips were still one centimeter away from his cheek, an extra voice interrupted him. action.

"Sir, you can't come in here, please go out."

Ye Linchuan woke up and hurriedly retracted his hand.

The nurse looked suspicious and looked him up and down, "You know this patient?"

Ye Linchuan shook his head.

The nurse is even more strange: "Then what are you doing here?"

Ye Linchuan was silent.

Looking at the nurse changing the medicine for the woman, he thoughtfully asked, "Is she your patient here?"

This question was inexplicable, and the nurse smiled suddenly: "Of course it is."

"How did she end up in the hospital?"

"I heard it was a car accident."

Ye Linchuan asked anxiously, "I heard that no one cares about her, is this true?"

Seeing that he was handsome and his facial features resembled a certain screen star, the nurse did not hide anything and told the truth: "I also heard from others, this woman seems to be an orphan, she seems to have mental problems, and she has been picked up all the time. Raised by a tattered grandma, grandma died in an accident, she was in a car accident when she went out to look for it, and was sent to our hospital, where she has been in a coma for two months now."

Seeing that he was listening seriously, the nurse simply said a few more words, "The police have determined that she is an orphan, and the current treatment costs are all paid by our hospital." The nurse sighed, "The attending doctor said that she is in a dangerous condition, and I am afraid she will not survive. It's a pity... I'm only twenty-eight years old..."

Ye Linchuan didn't listen anymore, looked at the woman deeply, and turned to leave.

***

The midday sun was hot and strong, the windows opened a slit, and the summer breeze came in and stroked the sky blue curtains.

Ye Ya was sitting on a white chair with her feet hanging in the air, her small hands clasped at Ye Qinghe's fingertips, her dark eyes reflecting the pale, bloodless cheeks of the young man.

The word "death" was both familiar and unfamiliar to Ye Ya.

She has witnessed the demise of the spiritual land, and the soul of her beloved parents she has seen with her own eyes is dissipated.

Brother can't die...

Ye Ya bit her lip tightly, tears hanging from her eyelashes.

She licked the tip of her red nose, took off her schoolbag, and looked inside to find a handmade knife.

Ye Ya stretched out her short, fat index finger, held her breath, and clenched the knife and cut it to the pulp of her finger.

"Buddha?"

Ye Ya's wrist trembled, but the blade didn't cut off.

"Brother..." Ye Ya was surprised that he would wake up.

Ye Qinghe's tone was very weak, "Little baby can't play with knives, put it down quickly for brother."

Ye Ya looked hesitant, and clenched her little hands even tighter, "But... I want to save my brother."

Ye Qinghe smiled: "Even so, you can't take the knife, be good, put it down."

Ye Ya said seriously, as if she hadn't heard his words, "As long as my brother drinks my blood, he will get better." The blood of the little monster can make Ziyu's head not hurt, and it will definitely help his brother's heart not hurt. Pain, as long as her brother can get better, she doesn't care how much blood will bleed or how painful her fingers will be, she doesn't care at all.

"Little ginseng can save my mother-in-law's life with whiskers; I can definitely save my brother's life. As long as my brother gets better..." She lowered her head and wiped away her tears, "Yaya can do anything."

Ye Qinghe took out the handmade knife in Ye Ya's hand, and put the blade under the pillow.

"Stupid Ya Ya." Ye Qinghe smiled helplessly, and gently touched her tender face, "But you don't have a beard."

Mustache!

She has beards!

Ye Ya slapped the little leaf on her head with a slap, and the tender green little green bud was shaken by her.

She can share a wish with her brother!

That way my brother doesn't have to die! !

[Ding! Side Mission 09: Hospitalization of Ye Qinghe has been completed. ]

[Side mission 10: Turn father and son against each other. ]

The last task, as long as she completes the four-leaf clover well, my brother can live!