Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 1213 An Yan threatens to die

What Zhan Mochen couldn't hear the most now was the word "death".

Wen Lao's merciless words instantly aroused Zhan Mochen's anger.

He withdrew the mid-course salute and looked at Mr. Wen with cold eyes: "I'm just here to take away my wife, please don't stop me."

"stop?"

Mr. Wen turned around and stepped aside to get out of the way of the gate.

"You can take the person away, but don't blame me for saying ugly things in front of you. As long as you take the person away today, it will be absolutely impossible for you to want me to heal him in the future!"

Wen Lao did not speak harshly, but the anger revealed in his coldness made Zhan Mochen's fierce momentum suddenly stagnant.

It was clear that no one was blocking his way anymore, but he could not take another step forward.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to bring An Yan back and never let her suffer this kind of pain again, but when he was really close to An Yan, he felt inexplicably afraid.

He promised Yan Yan that he would wait for her return in Haicheng with peace of mind, but now he has broken his promise.

However, how could he remain indifferent while watching her endure inhuman pain?
After a while, Zhan Mochen finally made up his mind and strode into the gate of Wen Lao's courtyard.

However, Mr. Wen did not turn around and follow him in. Instead, he walked leisurely towards the distance with his hands behind his back.

Uncle Shao who caught up quickly went to apologize to Mr. Wen: "Lao Wen, it was my poor guarding that allowed him to break in..."

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Wen still looked calm: "It would be nice if he could take the person away, lest the person die in my hands and ruin my reputation."

"Isn't that Ms. An..." Uncle Shao couldn't bear to think of An Yan's tenacity these days.

The treatment for An Yan was only [-]% certain, and the process was extremely dangerous. Once the treatment started, there was no turning back.

If the treatment is given up halfway, not only will the virus in An Yan's body not be cleared, it is likely to cause other complications and accelerate the onset of the virus.

In that case, the final result will only be the death of both mother and son, without even a chance of recovery.

Seeing the pity on Uncle Shao's face, Mr. Wen snorted coldly.

"Her husband doesn't care about her life or death, so what's the matter with you?"

Uncle Shao was stunned when he heard this, and immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It's me who is troublesome."

If Zhan Mochen made up his mind to take someone away, no matter how hard they tried to stop him, it would be in vain.

Now it's up to An Yan's own choice.

Inside the courtyard.

A series of movements had alarmed An Yan, who had just finished treatment.

She changed her clothes with difficulty. Her cheeks and lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood. She was dizzy from the excessive pain and could hardly stand up.

But when she heard the noise outside, she had to force herself out of the treatment room door.

The door of the central hall was wide open. Zhan Mochen stepped in and saw the shaky An Yan at a glance.

"Wife!"

Zhan Mochen's heart tightened and he immediately stepped forward to hug An Yan.

It wasn't until the moment when he held her tightly in his arms and truly felt every inch of flesh and blood on An Yan's fragile body that Zhan Mochen's heart returned to its true state after having raised it all the way.

Zhan Mochen held An Yan firmly in his arms, his eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Yan Yan, let's go back. We don't want this child anymore... I'll take you back right now. We won't treat you!" The skin on An Yan's body was in terrible pain due to acupuncture. Now that Zhan Mochen was holding her tightly, she was in pain. I almost lost my breath.

But it was too hard for her to be here alone for a few days.

Every minute and every second she endured the pain, she managed to survive by recalling over and over again the wonderful time she had with Zhan Mochen and the three little ones.

She couldn't bear to leave the embrace she missed so much.

An Yan lowered her head and buried her face in Zhan Mochen's arms, trying her best to restrain the pain all over her body and comforting him intermittently.

"What nonsense are you talking about... I'm very happy to hear the old medical skills. I can bear this... this little pain..."

When An Yan said a word, she gasped in pain.

But in order to prevent Zhan Mochen from discovering her pain, she still tried her best to raise her head and show him a pale smile.

"Really, believe me, it won't hurt at all... By the way, you haven't told me how you found this place... You just forced your way in, Mr. Wen must be very angry, you want to talk to him Just apologize..."

An Yan spoke intermittently, her clear eyes looking into Zhan Mochen's deep eyes, and the corners of her eyes bent downwards, trying to make Zhan Mochen see from his point of view that she was smiling.

Only in this way would he feel at ease, leave here and go home, and not find the embarrassment of her treatment.

But An Yan had forgotten that at this time, her face was pale, her hair was messy, and the needle holes all over her body had not disappeared.

Even if Zhan Mochen didn't see the previous scenes through the invisible camera carried by Lao Dao, how could he not see her pain?
Zhan Mochen remembered the pain of An Yan's acupuncture before, and slowly let go of his hand. Hot tears suddenly fell drop by drop, hitting An Yan's pale face hotly.

He tried his best to keep his movements as gentle as possible, bent down slightly, carefully picked An Yan up horizontally, turned around and walked outside.

"It's not cured, Yan Yan, we're not cured, I'll take you home."

Zhan Mochen is tall and has long legs, and he always walks with long strides.

But at this moment, his whole body was filled with panic and confusion. Every step he took was cautious, for fear of hurting An Yan.

An Yan struggled in his arms: "No, I can't go back. Mr. Wen said that as long as I cooperate well, I will be fine soon... Both me and the child will survive... I won't go back..."

"Yanyan..."

Zhan Mochen looked down at An Yan with sad eyes, trying to convince her: "We already have three little ones. Even if we don't want this child, our family will be fine. Yan Yan, be obedient, we don't want this child anymore..." …”

"No!"

Before he could finish speaking, An Yan interrupted him. Her slender fingers tightly clasped the door frame of the room they were about to step out of. Her pale face showed a desperate determination: "You can't go back! Once the treatment starts, you will be gone." Can’t interrupt, can’t regret!”

"Zhan Mochen, leave, leave now!"

The severe pain eroded all the nerves in her body. An Yan's painful look made Zhan Mochen heartbroken on the spot, but she still panted heavily and used her last strength to drive him away.

"Go back and don't stop me, or I will die for you... Or, I don't need to seek death... As long as you take me out of here, Mr. Wen will definitely not treat me again... As long as the treatment is interrupted, I and I will The child will die soon... There is no chance, only death..."

An Yan said excitedly, almost fainting from the pain.

But she didn't dare to faint, she was afraid that Zhan Mochen would really take her back to Haicheng at all costs.

She could only hold on to the wooden door frame in her palm, and her nails dug deep marks on the door frame!

Those traces were as shocking as her eyes, and her words were more like thunder striking down, shattering Zhan Mochen's soul.

Will you die if you interrupt?
no no!
Why is it... such a dead end!

Zhan Mochen could no longer bear it, his knees weakened, he knelt on the ground, hugging An Yan and cried bitterly.

(End of this chapter)