This villain's style is crooked

That night, Jiang Xiaowan, who received the news that Lu Cha was hospitalized, went straight to the hospital after leaving the company.

In the ward.

Nan Yan quietly stood beside Lu Cha's bed, like a silent statue.

But Jiang's father was afraid that Jiang's mother's emotions would get out of control again, so after delivering the soup to Lu Cha, he took Jiang's mother back home first. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Jiang Xiaowan's eyes turned red when she saw the little girl who had been coquettishly telling her in the morning that she wanted to eat dessert in the evening, now lying fragile on the hospital bed.

What Mother Jiang told her echoed in her ears——

"If we can't find a way to save Chacha's heart, she may not last long."

Jiang Xiaowan shyly wiped her clothes with her hands, wiped away the dense sweat on her palms, and said dryly, "I'm sorry, Chacha, I, I forgot to buy tiramisu for you."

"It's okay, sister." Lu Cha smiled sweetly, and deliberately changed the subject: "How was your first day at work? Did anyone bully you?"

Jiang Xiaowan shook her head lightly: "People in the company are very nice, I will take you to our office after you are discharged from the hospital."

"There is a large floor-to-ceiling window there, and you can see the central tower of City A."

"We work together to strive for future company floors that can surpass the central tower."

"No~" Lu Cha pulled Jiang Xiaowan's sleeves softly and coquettishly: "I want to be a little waste, let my sister raise me~"

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaowan took advantage of the situation to hook her little finger, and said seriously: "Then we will make a deal."

"You need to get better quickly. I will try my best to manage the company well so that you don't have to do anything but spend money every day, okay?"

"Yeah!" Lu Cha gave a thumbs up and pressed it on Jiang Xiaowan's fingertips: "Pull the hook and seal, you can't change it for 100 years!"

The girl squinted her eyes happily, with a smile as bright as a summer flower blooming on her lips, like a gentle breeze blowing away the oppressive atmosphere in the ward.

Jiang Xiaowan, with a fluke mentality, thought that if she made an agreement with Lucha Lagougou, everything would develop in a good direction.

But it backfired.

Miraculously, it didn't happen.

In just one week, Lu Cha's condition worsened again.

Not only do you need to wear a ventilator all the time, but you will faint due to the pain in two or three days on average.

Nan Yan invited experts in cardiology and surgery one after another, and even traveled a few times abroad to bring famous doctors to China, but it was all in vain.

No matter how many checkups, no matter how many hype-filled drugs you try, you still can't control Lu Cha's condition.

Everyone said that - sorry, nothing can be done.

Even Mr. Zhang, a leading figure in the medical field, who devoted his life to studying cardiology, walked out of the ward shaking his head and sighing: "Let this girl spend her last days well, and don't torment her anymore."

Jiang's mother burst into tears, holding her Jiang's father, but he could no longer control his tears.

Grief was like icy sea water, almost drowning them.

Nan Yan did not give up.

He didn't believe that in this huge world, no one could save her.

Chinese and Western medicine are useless, so he goes to pray to God and worship Buddha.

Even if there is only a small and faint hope.

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The temple where sandalwood is curling up, and Sanskrit sounds are lingering.

Tou Nadi, add light, so that he can be merciful to me.

Nan Yan knelt down in front of the Buddha devoutly, clasped his hands together, and then hit the ground heavily, his forehead turned red instantly.

But as if he didn't know the pain, he got up again and again, knelt down again and again, over and over again, letting his forehead be stained with blood.

Please, save her.

I would like to eat fast and chant Buddha for the rest of my life, or give up this humble life, and fall into the animal realm forever, without reincarnation.

I just beg you, save her.

please.

Nan Yan repeated mechanical movements, his legs trembled unconsciously, he was dizzy, his vision was blurred, and he did not give up.

In case, the Buddha opened his eyes and saw his sincerity.

I don't know how long it has passed, the crescent moon has hung high on the branches.

Nan Yan was lying on the ground exhausted, the blood from his knees soaked his clothes, smeared the light gray stone bricks below, and his forehead was bloody.

He struggled to get up, but his trembling hands made him unable to support and fell back again.

Just when Nan Yan was about to try again, a wrinkled hand supported his arm.

The old monk in red cassock looked at him compassionately: "Amitabha."

"Benefactor, origin and extinction are all preordained, so there is no need to force them."

Nan Yan was taken aback, his originally dark and calm eyes seemed to be thrown into a stone, gradually churning hot and crazy ripples:

"What if... I don't give up?"

The old monk just let go of his hand, and walked towards the way he came, the empty voice, far and near, a little unreal:

"Perseverance is futile."

Nan Yan's body shook suddenly, and his mind went blank.

He murmured the words of the old monk, panic and fear, like a raging tide, violently hit his heart, it seemed that he would never stop until he was completely crushed.

Suddenly there was a bloody smell in his throat, Nan Yan staggered to his knees, lowered his head, coughing violently, a little blood spattered on his trembling hands.

why......

&r/>He could see the sunrise and the east rise, but he couldn't keep the gorgeous glow.

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When Li Jian, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, came up to look for Nan Yan, he saw the man curled up on the long steps, hidden in the gloomy and oppressive darkness.

"Sir, we..." Li Jian's voice suddenly stopped.

Nan Yan looked up lazily, his face covered with mottled tears.

The hideous wound on his forehead seemed to be accusing the injustice of the world hoarsely.

Li Jian stared blankly at this sad and helpless man.

When Xu Huiling's demon appeared to pester him, he lost control of his anger, but he didn't shed a single tear.

When Gu Mingchen treated him like trash, uttered bad words, and crushed his dignity, he just clenched his fists and hit back like crazy.

But now, his tears flowed silently from his eyes.

Li Jian turned around in silence, and stood in front of Nan Yan, covering his fragility at this moment.

Until the hoarse voice sounded behind itself: "Let's go."

"She is still waiting for me."

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Jinhe Hospital.

After bandaging the wound on his forehead, Nan Yan cautiously came to the ward where Lu Cha was.

The little girl did not fall asleep, but leaned on the pillow, quietly flipping through the books in her hand.

This week's examinations and treatments have made the flesh she had grown so hard before disappear, and the arm resting on the bed is too slender, and it seems that it will break if she exerts light force.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lu Cha raised her palm-sized face.

She already knew what Nanyan did from the system.

It is impossible to remain indifferent.

However, it only caused a slight wave of waves.

The little lotus demon, who had never tasted affection, naturally did not understand that a seed had already been buried under the waves.

Lu Cha beckoned to Nanyan, who instantly understood what she meant, obediently sat on the chair beside the bed, lowered his head, and let him rub her.

She didn't ask about the wound, and Nan Yan didn't mention it either.

The two sat quietly like this.

For a moment.

Nan Yan gently grabbed Lu Cha's cool hand, and took out the red velvet box in his pocket.

Inside was the ring he had prepared for a long time.

The ring made of silver is inlaid with a beautiful pink dove egg diamond, shining brightly under the light.

The man knelt down on one knee, looking at the god in his heart.

There is no sweet talk, just confess affectionately.

Nan Yan just smiled gently, with the purest and simplest joy in his eyes:

"Chacha, will you marry me?"