Hearing this, Yan Rui's heart suddenly rose. He recalled that when he found her, he didn't test her breathing. Could it be...
Yan Rui became anxious, endured the pain in his body, raised his upper body on his elbows, and asked word by word: "Where is Yao Weiran? Where is she? How is she?"
Xiaoliang didn't dare to look into Yan Rui's eyes. He turned his head and reached out to help him lie down. He said distressedly: "Boss, please stop talking. I feel like I'm going to vomit blood the next second when I hear your voice."
If he didn't tell Yan Rui about Yao Weiran, he would really vomit blood!
Yan Rui lay on the hospital bed again, reaching out to pull the infusion needle on the back of his hand. Xiaoliang quickly held down his hand and scolded loudly: "Boss, what are you doing! You can't move! Don't you want your own body?" You have done so many things for Yao Weiran! But what about her? Has she ever truly taken you into consideration? Ah? I really can’t bear to see you like this!"
Yan Rui didn't want to listen to Xiaoliang's nonsense and turned his wrist to break away, but he didn't have the strength now.
Thank God He Miao came in at this time. She was not surprised at all when she saw this scene. She winked at Xiaoliang and said, "You can go out, I'll do it."
"But..." Xiao Liang glanced at Yan Rui worriedly, then let go of his hand and went out with his head hanging down.
Yan Rui looked at He Miao walking over with a heavy face, his heart was in his throat. After she sat down, he held her sleeves tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "What's wrong with her?"
He Miao lowered his eyes and sighed, "Look what's happened to your voice. How long will it take for it to heal?"
"I asked you what happened to her?!" Yan Rui was really anxious. He felt more and more that He Miao's reaction was because Yao Weiran was gone. His heart was tightly wrinkled and his breathing was not smooth.
He Miao raised his head and looked into Yan Rui's eyes seriously and said, "Promise me, no matter what Yao Weiran's situation is, you won't want to do anything to take revenge on someone for her."
Yan Rui, who was already anxious, couldn't listen to anything. His eyes became sour and filled with red bloodshot eyes. He asked cautiously, as if frustrated: "Is she...is she still there?"
He Miao pursed her lips and said, "The situation is not very good. He is now in the intensive care unit."
Hearing the meaning of the words, that is, Yao Weiran was still alive, Yan Rui's heart immediately ignited hope, he breathed a sigh of relief, struggled to get up to see her, but He Miao held her shoulders, and she said: "You too Don’t look at what’s going on with your body right now!”
He Miao, who was always easy to talk to, had never been so rude to Yan Rui. She stood up, looked down at Yan Rui, and asked in a low voice: "Do you care about her so much? Do you care enough to ignore your own body?" "
He Miao knew that Yan Rui was serious about Yao Weiran, but she didn't expect that he would be so serious.
"Yes!" Yan Rui frowned and said stubbornly, "I care about her, I love her, and I can't live without her! Sister, let me go and see her, okay? That way I can feel at ease!"
Yan Rui prayed to He Miao humbly. He just wanted to confirm Yao Weiran's condition now.
Looking at Yan Rui's stubborn and serious eyes, He Miao slowly sat down and said: "You know, I have always supported you, but... in a family like ours, sometimes we can't help ourselves when we get married. ,you……"
Before He Miao could finish speaking, Yan Rui suddenly reacted. He calmed down and asked, "You said my brother has been here? Did my brother say something?"
He Miao forced a smile and shook his head and replied: "No, your brother just asked about your health and didn't say anything else. It was just my own wild thoughts."
That day, I watched Yan Rui rush into the mountains and forests to find her, risking his own life for Yao Weiran, leaving himself scarred.
He Miao was very moved, and at the same time, he couldn't help but worry about the two of them. Whether it was career or family background, could the two of them continue to be together smoothly?
If they were separated due to external factors in the future, wouldn't such an unforgettable relationship be trapped in it for the rest of their lives?
Yan Rui watched He Miao's eyes gradually darken. He knew that He Miao's heart was better for him. After all, He Miao himself had no right to choose love.
"Sister." Yan Rui held He Miao's hand and said softly, "If you want to resist, I will completely stand by your side."
Unexpectedly, He Miao curled his lips, shook off Yan Rui's hand, flipped up his hair, and joked: "It's so funny that your hoarse voice said such things. It doesn't have that affectionate feeling at all."
Yan Rui knew that she didn't want to continue talking, so he didn't continue. He lifted the quilt and said, "I'm going to find Yao Weiran."
He Miao knew that he couldn't resist him, so he stood up and pushed the wheelchair from the corner of the ward and said: "This person is unconscious, it's useless for you to go there. You haven't recovered yet... Sit on, I will reluctantly push you over."
After she finished speaking, she hung the infusion bottle on the pole of the wheelchair, watched Yan Rui get off the bed with difficulty, shook her head and taunted: "Be a hero, look at how embarrassed you are now."
Yan Rui sat in a wheelchair and gasped: "My legs feel like they have been run over by a car."
He Miao pushed Yan Rui out and said, "I have muscle strain and frostbite. I have only slept for a day and a night. Before I have recovered, I want to get down to the ground and walk like flying? What a wonderful idea."
Taking the elevator to the intensive care unit floor, Yan Rui always felt as if he had overlooked something when he got out of the elevator, but he couldn't remember it.
Before he could think about it carefully, he saw Lang Kun and Fang Rong sitting on the bench in the corridor, and a strange man in a suit. Some of the three of them were sitting and some were standing. Their expressions were not relaxed. Especially Lang Kun, who obviously looked like he had cried hard.
"How is Yao Weiran?" Yan Rui asked Fang Rong after he passed by.
When everyone heard Yan Rui's voice, they all raised their heads and looked at him. Fang Rong asked instead, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Yan Rui nodded, stretched his neck and looked into the ward, wanting to go in and take a look.
At this time, Lang Kun said softly: "I have been comatose in the intensive care unit. I only have half an hour of visiting time every day, and only one person can go in at a time. Yan Rui, isn't this your family's hospital? Can't you change the rules? ?”
Lang Kun has always been worried about Yao Weiran, especially after learning that she was missing.
However, after this incident, Lang Kun's attitude towards Yan Rui improved a lot. She saw with her own eyes how anxious and desperate Yan Rui was, and she was willing to believe that Yan Rui was sincere to Yao Weiran.
Hearing Lang Kun's rare calm tone, Yan Rui was a little surprised. Just as he was about to say something, the man in a suit's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and walked aside to answer the call.
Yan Rui then asked Lang Kun: "Who is this man? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Your boyfriend!" Lang Kun couldn't help rolling his eyes. Yan Rui really couldn't get along with him normally!
