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"How can you say that! You actually can say that! " Fu Fengyi was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She was panting heavily and breathing heavily. The servant quickly took out a blood pressure monitor to measure her blood pressure.    

    

Ye Zimo saw that she was too emotional, so she changed the color of Mo Xiaojun's face. However, Mo Xiaojun was too sad and did not notice his movements. Xia Yihan stepped forward in tacit understanding.    

    

The two of them looked at each other and walked towards Fu Fengyi at the same time. Xia Yihan comforted, "Mom, Chuyun is still in the ward. We should work together to pray for him."    

    

Ye Zimo calmly added, "I've heard that there is a type of jade in India that can ensure one's safety. It's just not easy to obtain."    

    

"What jade?" I'll do it! " Fu Fengyi immediately became excited upon hearing that there was a way, and some hope appeared in her eyes. She held Ye Zimo's hand and urgently ordered, "Mother, come and think of a way. Tell me, what kind of jade is it?"    

    

Watching Xia Yihan's back as she hurried away with Fu Fengyi, Ding Yiyi's face, which was covered by her hands, suddenly lit up. She rushed to Ye Zimo, and with an excited expression, asked, "What jade? I'll get it myself, I'll go to India. "    

    

Ye Zimo looked at her and said indifferently, "There's no such jade."    

    

She retreated two steps until her back was pressed against the cold wall. Her hopes failed, and her heart felt as if it had been ruthlessly trampled by someone. Everything before her was pitch black, and she could only use all her strength to push herself back.    

    

Seeing her dazed look, Ye Zimo sighed and walked up to Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing. She patted Mo Xiaojun on the back, pursed her lips and said, "Let nature take its course."    

    

Mo Xiaojun's body shook and he slowly squatted on the floor. He looked at the door of the operation room with a lost expression. Then, he heard Ye Zimo's loud shout, "Sister-in-law!"    

    

He hurriedly turned around, his pupils shrinking as he stood up and snatched the unconscious Hai Qingqing out of Ye Zimo's arms. He held her by her waist and yelled crazily, "Quick, call the doctor! Where is the doctor!?"    

    

Ding Yiyi leaned against the wall. Hai Qingqing's fainting didn't affect her emotions at all. Her heart seemed to freeze with the winter, but when would the spring come? Is there any more spring?    

    

He walked to the operating room. It was quiet inside, as if there was no one inside. How could there not even be footsteps?    

    

She leaned against the door, her face pressed tightly against the green door of the operation room. Still no sound.    

    

Fear came with the roar of despair, and suddenly she straightened up and slammed her hand against the door.    

    

"Bang, bang, bang!" The violent knocking sound was exceptionally clear. Not long later, the door opened and a nurse pulled down her mask, "What are you doing!?"    

    

She looked over the nurse's shoulder at the man lying on the operating table. A long tube was inserted into his mouth, but his chest was moving very slightly. He won't die, will he? "    

    

The nurse recovered her composure, "I've finally recovered. Let's wait for the notification first." Perhaps it was because she was too sad, the nurse sighed. "You didn't wait here either."    

    

The green door was shut once again, and Ding Yiyi once again began to wait in despair and loneliness.    

    

She was like a lonely wolf drifting along the edge of the world, a cliff on one side, a cliff on the other. There was no one like her, no love, and she could only wait.    

    

How long later? One hour, two hours? The orange light in the corridor made it hard to determine the time. The door to the operation room opened and she abruptly stood up.    

    

Her limbs were stiff and stiff as if they had been enchanted. Her body was in an unspeakable pain. She couldn't walk properly and was about to fall.    

    

The doctor caught her in time and asked in surprise, "You haven't moved for the past four hours?"    

    

It has already been four hours, she anxiously stood up, "Has he turned from danger to safety? Your appearance means that he has turned from danger to safety, right?"    

    

There was a trace of pity in the doctor's cold expression. He had seen too much separation to understand Ding Yiyi's pain.    

    

"This is a medical notice. The patient's life is in danger. I hope the family will consider it and cooperate with our efforts to save him."    

    

The white paper in front of him became the most terrifying thing in the world. It was as if the moment he caught it, he would be devoured by the words on its body, and he would never be able to recover.    

    

Ding Yiyi put her hands behind her back and stubbornly refused to face this matter. Her eyes were glued to the white piece of paper with fear in them.    

    

The doctor sighed, placed the notice on the bench beside her, and returned to the operating room. Ye Chuyun was wrapped in a white sheet.    

    

His face was unnaturally pale, as if he had become one with the white sheet, and the wheels of the car made a sound like fingernails scraping against glass.    

    

Ding Yiyi, who was still in a daze, suddenly jumped up and chased after the cart. The car had already entered the elevator, leaving only a gap. She then mercilessly closed the door in front of her.    

    

She looked at the rising numbers in panic, not knowing what to do. Where would the car go? Where are they taking him?    

    

A doctor beside him reminded, "He must be in the ICU on the fifth floor."    

    

Before she could finish her sentence, she had already run up the stairs, layer after layer. Her legs moved up and down mechanically, but she didn't feel tired or sore at all.    

    

The fifth floor was very quiet. Occasionally, a sad face or a cold doctor or nurse would walk by. The figure of the cart just disappeared at the end. She would run after it and helplessly watch the heavy door close again.    

    

The numbness in her thighs finally swept over. She had no choice but to change the center of gravity of her feet. The friction of the paper in her hands called back to her consciousness. She lowered her head, reopened the medical notice, and carefully read word by word.    

    

The moment she saw Ye Chuyun's name, she was about to collapse. She suddenly grabbed the medical notice in her hand. Trembling, she opened the contact book and subconsciously pressed down on the number.    

    

The call quickly connected. Her calm breathing was so forceful that it caught her who was drowning in the collapsing river.    

    

She didn't say anything, but he patiently waited. Time slowly passed, until the phone in his hand started to heat up.    

    

"Chuyun, he's in danger, it's dangerous," she choked out the words she could think of. She didn't even know if Ye Nianmo had understood.    

    

The person on the phone went silent for a moment, "You're saying that Chuyun is in danger, but the hospital has issued a medical notice?"    

    

Ding Yiyi replied with tears in her eyes. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have left the receiver. Her heart sank as she tightened her grip on her phone.    

    

Fortunately, there was only a short period of time before his breathing came through the phone again, "I've already told dad, he'll quickly rush over and let him handle this."    

    

"How should I deal with it?" Her voice was trembling so badly that she couldn't help thinking about it from a bad point of view.    

    

Ye Nianmo, who was on the phone, sighed and his voice softened, "We have to face the truth."    

    

"Will you come back?" She suddenly shouted without a care.    

    

The long breath in the phone suddenly paused, then an even deeper voice came, "Alright."    

    

Hanging up the phone, Ye Nianmo looked up and closed his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted tightly together, at this moment, he was weak. When his blood-related brothers met such a situation, he was also very sad, however, the three words, Ye Nianmo, prevented him from showing his weakness in front of others, especially in front of the people he loved.    

    

When he opened his eyes again, the vulnerability, confusion, and helplessness had all disappeared. Replacing them was the always cold and stern Ye Nianmo.    

    

"Young master, the negotiation is starting in ten minutes." Ye Bo pushed open the door and entered.    

    

Ye Nianmo glanced at his watch, "Help me get my plane back to China half an hour ago. No matter what kind of plane it is, I will be standing on home ground today."    

    

Ye Bo was shocked, the young master looked like he was about to go negotiate, but the other party was from South Asia, which was notoriously weird. No matter how you look at it, it's impossible to negotiate a deal of 6 million in half an hour.    

    

He concealed the surprise in his eyes and firmly said, "Yes, young master."    

    

Half an hour later, Ye Nianmo was already standing on his private plane. Ye Bo's bag was filled with orders for 6 million yuan, and the wind from the wings caused the surrounding trees to sway incessantly.    

    

His eyes fell on a wild flower by the side of the road. The wild flower swayed in the wind, and its stem, which was not even as thick as a finger, swayed in the wind. The orange flower was deformed by the wind.    

    

Spring was coming, and all the haze would be blown away. He looked away, and his longing for his loved one grew even closer.    

    

It must have been at least eight hours. During those eight hours, Ding Yiyi had only taken a few sips of water, her stomach was empty, and she didn't feel hungry.    

    

In the corridor, Ye Zimo walked hurriedly with Ao Xue following behind him. He walked in front of her and pulled out the notice and was about to leave when Ding Yiyi suddenly grabbed onto a corner of it.    

    

"So what if it's signed, there's no saving it?" Her eyes were filled with desire, hoping to hear from Ye Zimo that she could rekindle her hope.    

    

Ye Zimo frowned and said in a deep voice, "Adults should have the burden of an adult. Seeking comfort from others is not enough to solve anything."    

    

He left without a second thought. The paper notice swayed in his hand and Ding Yiyi's heart was taken away.    

    

The fragrance beside her permeated the air. Ao Xue looked down from above at this woman in front of her who was dressed in a sorry state. The ecstasy in her heart could not be put into words.    

    

She bent over, her long, supple hair following her movements to her chest. "Is it painful?" she asked softly.    

    

Ding Yiyi ignored her, but she wasn't ready to let her go. "If it's really that hard to accept, then just die with him. That way, you two can be together."    

    

Ao Xue pressed a key into her hand and smiled gently. "You must not waste the key that you painstakingly obtained from the top floor of the hospital."    

    

The high-heeled shoes gradually distanced with the laughter. Ding Yiyi stood up, her body swayed from exhaustion, as if she was the only one suffering from the fatal illness.    

    

She walked down the long corridor, her palm aching from the jagged edges of the keys in her hand. At one side of the corridor, a woman was swearing, her tone full of condyloma acuminata, the name of a man who was a bastard.    

    

"I heard that the husband loved to play with women, so he got sick and passed it on to his wife."