Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

The door to the operating room opened and a nurse came out.

Fu Yan quickly grabbed her and asked, "How is my wife?"

The nurse looked at his excitement and said tactfully: "The situation is not very good. He lost too much blood and fell into a coma. We are trying our best to rescue him... Please be mentally prepared."

What does it mean to be mentally prepared?
Fu Yan stared at the nurse coldly, with the burning anger in his eyes like a beast about to eat people.

The nurse was startled and hurriedly broke away her hand and left quickly.

Fu Yan ran towards the operating room, and He Zhou quickly stopped him: "Fourth Master, please don't get excited. Going in at this time will only cause chaos and affect their efforts to save people."

"He Zhou." Fu Yan held his painful chest, pulled He Zhou and said anxiously: "Go and call the best doctors in Gusu, as fast as possible, no matter what the cost."

"Let me go!"

Si Sui looked at He Zhou with a sneer.

It's not that he looks down on these mortals, but that at critical moments, his teleportation technique works: "I know the best doctors in Suzhou and are very familiar with them. It will be faster if I pick them up."

After saying that, without waiting for Fu Yan to answer, he teleported and disappeared to the elevator door.

He Zhou's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

Are there really warlocks who are different from ordinary people in this world?

Fu Yan was a person who had even seen spirits. He was not surprised. Thinking of his unconscious wife lying in the operating room, his breathing was very rapid. He turned to He Zhou and said: "Call a few people to find Liu." Uncle, after you find him, take him to a suburban villa area and leave him half alive. I will go see him when I am free."

"it is good."

He Zhou nodded and walked out of the hospital.

Fu Yan sat quietly in the corridor, watching the operating room door open and close, and the nurses running back and forth. He could do nothing but wait.

The sun outside the window completely sets, and the moon climbs up.

Shrouded in the cold moonlight, all the scenery looked extremely desolate.

Four hours later, the door to surgery finally opened.

The unconscious Yan Zhen was pushed out, and Fu Yan immediately stepped forward and held her hand.

Although Yan Zhen's hands were soft, they didn't have much warmth and were even a little cold.

"Nurse, how is she?"

"She was seriously injured. We have tried our best to save her life. Now we can only wait for her to wake up on her own."

"When will you wake up?"

"It might be a few hours, it might be a few days, it might be a few months, or it might never wake up. We have done our best, and the rest can only be left to fate."

In the quiet ward, Fu Yan sat next to Yan Zhen, holding her hand tightly and placing it on his face, his eyes red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well. I will never let go of the person who harmed you. I'm sorry, you must wake up. The children are still young. They can't live without their mother, and I can't live without you..."

"I have learned to draw talismans very seriously. I want to be the same person as you, and I want to protect you. I'm sorry, it was my husband who was wrong..."

Life is very fragile.

Fu Yan could not imagine how he would face his children and his future life if Yan Zhen left him like this.

He had never been so helpless or scared.

At this moment, he felt that everything he owned was nothing compared to Yan Zhen.

If he could, he would rather give everything he had in exchange for her peace.At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Before Fu Yan could say please come in, the man had already opened the door and walked in.

It is a young man wearing black Zen clothes.

He has a casual temperament, but the look on his face is very serious.

He Yan greeted Fu Yan calmly: "Hello, Mr. Fu, I am a friend of Miss Yan. I heard something happened to her, so I came to see her."

Fu Yan has all investigated Yan Zhen's friends.

He has never seen this one.

Perhaps the doubts in Fu Yan's eyes were too obvious. He Yan said: "We have just met and we are both in the same profession. She even saw me this morning! At that time, there was a young male driver wearing a dark blue shirt. A gentle man, in a teahouse, he can vouch for me."

It turned out that Yan Zhen went to the teahouse in the morning to see him?
The doubts in his eyes dissipated. He was in no mood to talk to the man. He didn't even want to deal with it. He focused his gaze on Yan Zhen's face again. Looking at her closed eyes, he finally said helplessly: "You have Is there any way to save him?"

"Maybe... yes!"

He Yan himself was not sure.

Fu Yan turned to look at him with cold eyes, "Just ask for any conditions you want. As long as she can be cured, I will agree to it."

"Really?" He Yan thought for a while: "I want you to divorce her, are you willing?"

Fu Yan glanced at He Yan. The man was wearing Zen clothes and looked like he had seen through the world of mortals and was isolated from the world, but he was very evil-minded.

He actually had an idea for a married woman.

His tone was a little colder and he added: "Except for divorce."

No matter what happens in this life, he will never abandon Yan Zhen on his own initiative. Even if he wants a divorce, Yan Zhen has to file it himself.

He Yan moved his lips and walked to the bed to look at Yan Zhen's condition.

It was found that her breathing was stable, her pulse was normal, and her spirit body had not separated from her body. If the operation was successful, the problem would not be serious, and she had passed the most difficult moment.

He sighed leisurely and said: "I have a way to forcefully wake her up, but it will consume a lot of my energy. Is Mr. Fu willing to compensate me?"

Fu Yan didn't like him talking too much: "Whatever you want, just say it."

He Yan looked at him seriously: "I want you to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will not restrict my freedom or harm my life. If I am harmed, you will protect me unconditionally."

Anyone who can make such a request must be unpopular and make many enemies.

Fu Yan said: "You have two demands. The first is not to let me hurt you, and the second is not to let others hurt you."

"Just two! Look..."

Fu Yan nodded: "I agree."

He Yan said: "Okay, please go out first. It's not convenient for me to have you here."

"Is there anything I can't see?" Fu Yan stared at He Yan, on guard: "I won't let her leave my sight. How do I know if you are carrying me behind your back, are you going to save her or do something to her?" What are you doing that is shameful?"

"Who do you take me for?"

He Yan touched his nose guiltily, looked at Fu Yan's cannibalistic eyes, and finally had to wave his hands in compromise: "Forget it, don't go out, it's not a shameful thing, I'm just worried about scaring someone." Holding you."

As he spoke, he opened a small box, took out a needle from it, and gently stuck it between Yan Zhen's eyebrows, explaining to Fu Yan: "Don't get me wrong, this is not ordinary acupuncture..."