The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 329 I promise you

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

   Wengar's consciousness was very vague, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

"Jar, 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 mobile phone and called for ambulance car.

   The passers-by on the side stopped to look at them, all showing sympathy.

"Jail, I'm An Yan, you don't want to die, you must not die, you must live, no matter who it is for, please live." An Yan is not afraid of this kind of trauma, which makes her afraid is destiny.

  Wingale's time is running out, she knows, but she has been unable to make up her mind.

   "Woooooo" 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 didn't tell Li Rongsen about the situation, she thought she could handle it well and avoid him worrying.

  Wen Jiayu also rushed over. She saw An Yan's blood, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask her: "How is the situation now, how is my brother?"

   "Fortunately, some are cured." An Yan said softly.

   "What the **** is going on, why is this happening."

  An Yan frowned, and she said, "Someone is trying to harm him. This is a complete failure."

   "What do you mean?" Wen Jiayu asked.

   "All the previous efforts were in vain, and all the medicines I took were in vain." An Yan sighed, and took out the gold needles for Wen Jiaer to poke the acupoints.

  Wen Jiayu took a closer look at Wen Jiaer's neck. Although he was wrapped in gauze, he could see that there was still blood seeping out, and his heartbeat was very slow, which was not a good sign.

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

   "You have a way, but you won't necessarily agree." Wen Jiayu looked at An Yan, her eyes were full of tears, and she could burst at any time, but she was holding back.

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

  Wen Jiayu said: "It's too late, he's going to die, no one can change the fate of life and death, and it's a vain treatment, and a save is a vain save."

  An Yan didn't speak, she was thinking and struggling, but she couldn't bear to let Jia Er die.

   In every life, he died first and watched him die before her eyes. She couldn't do it in this life, and she couldn't repeat the same mistakes again and again.

   Wen Jiayu said to An Yan, "An Yan, you are with him, you are willing to be with him, he will get better, this is doom, fate, cause and effect, why can't you accept it."

  An Yan remained silent, she looked at the blood on her body, it was burning red like fire.

   She hated this feeling of powerlessness, and even more hated that she had no right to choose.

   "We can't just watch him die, obviously there is a way to save him." Wen Jiayu cried after saying this.

  An Yan looked at her, when she saw the nurse walk in, she said, "Would you like to re-treat the wound?"

   "I'll deal with it in a while."

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

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

Wen Jiaer did not respond, his face was pale, and Wen Jiayu was already crying, she originally wanted to go to An Yan, but she blamed her a little, saying, "An Yan, why didn't you save him, why didn't you save him? Him!"

"Jia Er, we are together, I promised to be with you, you wake up." An Yan hugged him as she spoke. She felt her eyes were hot, blurring her vision, and she couldn't see anything clearly. .

  Li Rongsen, who just arrived, was standing at the door. He heard her say, "Jail, don't die, wake up, I'm with you."

  The heartbeat and ECG monitor fluctuated again, which made Wen Jiayu a long sigh of relief. She went to see Wen Jiaer and found that his eyelashes moved a little, and a tear fell from his eyes.

  An Yan also felt his heartbeat, slowly let go of him, and felt a line of sight projected at the door, so she couldn't help but look there.

   It was Li Rongsen who was looking at her, with no expression on his face, he just stood there quietly, not moving forward or back, like a statue.

   Li Rongsen knew that he had lost her.

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

   Wen Jiaer, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his hand to pull An Yan's hand. He was speechless, but his eyes were full of tenderness and expectation.

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

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

   But no, his cell phone has not had a single call nor a single message.

  An Yan was still with Wen Jiaer, and she didn't dare to leave, but Wen Jiayu went back home and brought some daily necessities and a change of clothes.

   "An Yan, you changed your clothes. You can take a bath here." Wen Jiayu handed her clean clothes.

  An Yan was a little lost, Mu Na nodded, got up to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but as if she remembered something, she came back to Wen Jiaer's side, picked up his wrist and felt the pulse.

   found that his disease has disappeared, the root of the disease has disappeared, and it can be seen that good fortune makes people.

  Wen Jiayu felt that An Yan's expression was not good, and asked her: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's fine, everything is fine, I'm going to 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 and covered her face, trying her best not to make a sound .

   It was raining again outside the window, but no matter how much it rained in the future, it would not threaten Wengar's body. He was getting stronger and stronger day by day, but the trauma on his throat was a little grueling.

   Fortunately, An Yan's medical skills are quite clever, which is nothing to her at all, and after a few treatments, she has almost gotten better.

   "It still takes two days to raise, after all, it's all broken." An Yan said while applying medicine to Wen Jiaer's wound, and carefully tied him with white gauze, asking 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 Wengar's wound is recovering, he still can't speak, otherwise it will affect the recovery of his throat, so he only writes on the writing board.

  An Yan said, "I'm not tired at all." Then she took out another pill, handed it to him, and said, "Come, put it in your mouth, don't swallow it."

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

What    means is that everyone has seen Wen Jiaer, including Yan Qingqiu, but Li Rongsen is the only one.

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

   "Alright, I have nothing to do here." Wen Jiaer nodded with a smile, and then wrote another sentence, "I think after I leave the hospital, we will have an engagement ceremony, do you think?"

   (end of this chapter)