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Hospital, outside intensive care unit

Looking through the glass, the instrument was ticking. Yao Yuan was lying quietly with tubes inserted in his body, his eyes closed, bandages on his body, and tape on his face. Three words flashed through Zhang Yiyan's mind: Mummy!

The two of them came to a corner. Yan Junge grabbed Zhang Yiyan's shoulder and frowned, "Yanyan, do you want to go to the ICU to treat Lao Yao's injuries?"

Zhang Yiyan nodded and said, "Yes! His condition is not good, and his life may be in danger!"

Subconsciously, Yan Junge touched his abdomen, where there should have been a gunshot wound. Because of Yanyan, he was able to jump around so fast. "Yanyan, I can't let you take risks. You were unconscious for a long time last time. I was so heartbroken!"

The last time he fell into a coma, not only because he tried his best to save Yan Junge, but also because he absorbed too much of his yang blood, which collided with the yin energy in his body.

Zhang Yiyan stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck, then kissed his lips with a faint smile, "Don't worry, I know my limits, and I have you here!"

His magic power has now improved more than before, and with Yan Junge replenishing his yang energy at any time, he feels very full, so full that it is about to overflow.

After a while of internal struggle, Yan Junge finally compromised when he thought about seeing Yao Yuan lying there lifeless. He sighed and nodded, "I'll go find a doctor. We have to stop if there's any problem!"

"Don't worry! I'm measured!"

After the discussion, Yan Junge went to find the doctor in charge. After introducing himself, he was allowed to have only one visitor, and the visit could not exceed half an hour!

Zhang Yiyan followed a nurse, disinfected himself, changed into disposable isolation clothing, and put on shoes, a hat, and a mask before he was allowed to enter.

He looked down at his own clothes and followed without saying a word.

Through the glass on the door, Yan Junge leaned over and looked inside nervously, as if he was about to rush in if something went wrong.

"If Yao Yuan were awake, he would probably ask Yan Junge whether brothers or wives are more important!

Yan Junge would frown and say: Brothers are like limbs, wives are like clothes. Before Yao Yuan was ready to be happy, he would add: Brothers are like the limbs of a centipede, wives are like winter clothes!

Yao Yuan: Damn you!

Feeling the burning gaze, Zhang Yiyan curled his lips and nodded to him, indicating that he was fine, then he lowered his head to carefully check Yao Yuan's condition.

Pale face, low blood pressure, tachycardia, the situation is very bad!

The people who were laughing, chatting, eating and drinking together a few days ago, are now lying here quietly. It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.

While the nurse was not paying attention, Zhang Yiyan took off the glove on his right hand, placed his fingers on his pulse, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then switched to the other side and took the pulse of the other hand.

He raised his eyes to look at Yao Yuan's pale face again, exerted a little force with his fingers, grasped his wrist, and circulated his spiritual power. Points of golden light continuously seeped out from his fingertips and quickly sank into Yao Yuan's body.

The golden light slowly flowed throughout his body along with the blood. Soon, his body seemed to be surrounded by the golden light. As time passed, the golden light slowly gathered and condensed at the wound on his chest.

As if feeling the injured part slowly healing, the golden light accumulated more and more, and beads of sweat began to seep out of Zhang Yiyan's forehead.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, adjusted his state, withdrew his hands, put on his gloves again, stood up, and signaled that he was going out.

The nurse who noticed the situation came over and asked in confusion, "If you want to go out, you can't come in. There are only 20 minutes of visiting time left!"

This is the first time that the visit was so quick. I usually see the child crying and making a fuss and not wanting to come out, but this is the first time that the child doesn't cry or make a fuss and has no emotions.

"No need, I'll go out now!"

"Fine!"

The young nurse led him out, helped him take off his visiting suit and other equipment, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Weird!

It can't be the patient's girlfriend. She wants to break up with him just because he is seriously injured! Suddenly I feel a little sympathetic to the person on the bed!

(=tェt=)

In the bathroom, Zhang Yiyan lathered up and washed his hands carefully. "The wound is below the heart. If it was two centimeters off, he would have died on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Junge froze for a moment and sighed, "Old Yao has survived a disaster! He will have good fortune in the future after meeting us!"

Holding Zhang Yiyan from behind, he rubbed her little hands together until more and more bubbles appeared, then rinsed them under the faucet, "Yanyan, how do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable? Does your chest hurt? Let me rub it for you~"

"!!! I'm fine. I'll heal his wounds again tomorrow, and Captain Yao should be fine!"

Yan Junge was a little excited, but also a little bit unbelieving, "Really? Yanyan, are you serious?"

"Yeah!" Seeing him happy, Zhang Yiyan smiled and nodded, "It's true!"

"Great!" Yan Junge tilted his head and kissed his lips, "Yanyan, you are amazing!"

The doctor just said that the situation was not optimistic, implicitly expressing that he might not make it through the critical period, and Yan Junge's heart sank to the bottom. How could he not be excited at this moment? He hugged the person and kissed him again and again, "Yanyan, come here! Inhale! Inhale more Yang energy to replenish your body!"

Zhang Yiyan stretched out his hand to push him, "Who do you think I am? If I really sucked your Yang Qi to replenish my body, I would really become a monster!"

He took the little hand and brought it to his lips and continued to kiss, "I know this question. The one who absorbs Yang energy is a fox spirit, A Chinese Ghost Story."

"My wife is prettier than Daji and Nie Xiaoqian!"

"Wife~Dear~"

Zhang Yiyan was hugged by him and dodged his kiss. This man is such a rogue! "Stop it, someone is coming!"

"Small thing!"

"Oh!"

Yan Junge carried the person into the bathroom cubicle, slammed the door shut, then put his arms around her waist and started kissing her, his hands beginning to wander around restlessly.

At this time, someone came in to use the restroom. After a burst of intermittent water flow, the phone rang again. "What happened?"

There was a chaotic quarrel coming from the other side, as well as a woman's crying and sharp screams.

The man was obviously a little annoyed and shouted angrily, "Song Qing, if you don't stay in the hospital and cooperate with the treatment, I will treat you as my daughter!"

"Wait in the ward for me, I'll be back soon!"

After hanging up the phone, the man hurriedly zipped up his pants and rushed out of the bathroom without washing his hands.

The compartment door opened, and the two walked out. They looked at each other, and Zhang Yiyan suggested, "Let's go take a look!"

Yan Junge guessed that it was either someone with the same name or Song Qing, "Let's go!"

As soon as the two of them arrived at the corridor, they saw a middle-aged man hurriedly walking to the door of a ward, and then there was another commotion inside. Then four or five doctors and nurses were driven out, and many people were watching outside.

As soon as I approached, I heard onlookers say that the daughter seemed mentally ill. She was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. She even refused to listen to her biological parents and insisted on being discharged from the hospital to go to work.

Yan Junge frowned, looked inside, and was obviously startled, "It's really her!"

At this time, Song Qing looked haggard, pale, with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair. He no longer looked as mature and capable as usual.