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"Du Xiaomo, Zhan Yan fainted, what happened? Are you guys hiding something from me? "

Upon hearing that Zhan Yan had fainted, Du Xiaomo panicked, and quickly replied, "Quickly bring her to the hospital, I will arrange for a doctor, it's fine, Zhan Yan will definitely be fine …"

The phone did not hang up, but Du Xiaomo's faint crying came from the other side. It looked like, the situation was more serious than he had imagined.

Ji Weiyang carried Zhan Yan back to the hospital, and Vice Dean Zhao ordered the nurses to directly push her into the emergency room.

Zhan Yan lied on the bed, her skin was pale white and almost transparent. Her black hair was hanging down without a trace of life, she looked extremely lifeless.

Ji Weiyang held her hand that was not hot, until they reached the door of the emergency room, then was forced to separate. That dignified and profound gaze followed her for a long time. In the end, it was blocked by the tightly shut door.

Du Xiaomo squatted on the ground, crying non-stop. Lu Ruping also rushed over, and anxiously paced back and forth in front of the emergency room's entrance. While Ji Weiyang's large body was leaning against the snow-white wall, he lit up a cigarette and took two deep breaths; however, the smoke he exhaled was very little. What exactly is going on? "

, who was crouching on the ground, stiffened, while Lu Ruping, who was at the side, also subconsciously stopped in her tracks. The two of them looked at each other in dismay, but did not make a sound.

Ji Weiyang wasn't in a hurry either. With a cold laugh, he fiercely stamped on a length of cigarette butt and extinguished it on the ground. He sneered, his gaze sweeping across Du Xiaomo and her body, "You're still not telling the truth, do you think that there's anything that you can still hide from me right now?"

Du Xiaomo lowered her head, still not saying a word. Lu Ruping let out a heavy sigh, and finally choked on her sobs, "Hiding you is Zhan Yan's meaning, she is different from Lu Anqi. She would not seek your sympathy and pity just because she was sick, and she also doesn't want to implicate you, nor would she wish for you to be sad because of that."

Ji Weiyang's eyes were deep, and a cold aura still emanated from his body. No one knew what he was thinking, but after a moment of silence, he asked, "Yan Yan Yan, what illness is it?"

His expression was very calm, but his voice was trembling slightly.

Lu Ruping pursed her pale lips, her eyes slightly red as she said with a choked voice, "Her heart is dead. Unless she changes her heart, she will not live past two months."

Lu Ruping's words were like a sword that pierced his heart, he closed his eyes in pain, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips. These days, he simply could not imagine how Zhan Yan forced a smile in front of him. No wonder she wouldn't let him leave that night, no wonder she watched an old movie, everyone was laughing, while she was crying, she even became so proactive in bed … She had done so many abnormal things that he was so slow to notice.

"Two months." Two months. So short. However, there was still at least two months of time. Even if he had to scour the entire country, he had to find a heart for Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan would not die, how could she dare to die without his permission!

Zhan Yan didn't know how long she had actually been unconscious for, but by the time she woke up again, the sky was already bright.

There was dead silence in the ward, pure white everywhere. The faint smell of disinfectant stimulated the nasal passages. Her blank gaze swept over every corner of the room, and finally stopped at the window, where a warm golden light shone through the curtain and fell on the tall figure standing at the window.

Zhan Yan struggled, trying to sit up. However, a piercing pain suddenly came from her chest, and she fell back onto the bed, crying out in pain. "Ugh!"

Hearing that, Ji Weiyang turned around and quickly walked to the sickbed, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Zhan Yan did not say a word, and quietly looked at him, her lips slowly revealing a smile, she shook her head indifferently: "I'm fine. Have I, slept long? "

Ji Weiyang sat down beside the sickbed, grabbed her little hand and put it to his face, "You've slept for a day and a night, little lazy pig."

Zhan Yan pursed her lips, she did not say anything, just silently looked into his eyes. Neither of them said a word about her illness. It was as if it was just an illusory nightmare.

"It's snowing outside and it's beautiful. Yan Yan, do you want to take a look?" After a while, Ji Weiyang gently said.

Zhan Yan shook her head and muttered, "It's too cold outside." In fact, she was in so much pain that she didn't have the strength to get out of the bed. Whether she spoke, blinked, or even breathed, her chest would hurt terribly.

"Alright, in a few days, let's go out when the weather is warmer." Ji Weiyang lovingly stroked her hair, "The winter in S City is too cold. In the future, we'll go to Hainan to enjoy the winter."

Zhan Yan blinked her clear eyes, and laughed: "Just like a migratory bird?"

"Yes." The corner of Ji Weiyang's mouth raised into a smile, and used all his strength to cover the bitterness in his heart. He pressed the tip of his nose gently against hers and asked gently, "Hungry?"

"Yes, I want some crab porridge. Tong Ji's porridge shop."

"Alright, I'll buy it for you." Ji Weiyang put on his jacket without saying anything further. "Good, I'll be back soon."

Zhan Yan smiled warmly as she watched him leave. However, the moment she closed the door, the expression on his face instantly changed. Her originally beautiful face was twisted by the pain. She struggled in pain as she reached out with great difficulty to press the red button on top of her head.

The doctors and nurses quickly arrived, while Du Xiaomo followed them in.

"What's going on?" Du Xiaomo stood there busily on the sickbed, looking at the doctors and nurses bustling non-stop, tears blurred her vision, she could not see anything, but Zhan Yan's pained moans were so clear, making people unable to bear listening to it any longer.

With the worsening of the illness, the sedative had already started to lose its effectiveness, so Zhan Yan could only rely on her will to persevere. She clutched the snow-white bedsheet tightly with both hands, her face as pale as paper, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes. Her white hospital gown was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Zhan Yan, Zhan Yan!" Du Xiaomo held her hand tightly and cried even harder than her.

Zhan Yan struggled to extend her arm and wipe the tears off Du Xiaomo's face. However, she could not wipe them clean no matter what. "Don't cry, it's okay, I can still feel the pain. At least, it proves that I'm still alive."

Zhan Yan's words, made everyone's heart ache even more. Du Xiaomo lowered her head, unable to utter a single word.

Just now, the doctor had told her that this kind of illness would eventually cause her to wish that she was dead. Many people had thoughts of living because they couldn't bear the pain. The tranquilizer would gradually lose its effect on Zhan Yan, and when necessary, the hospital would also inject Du Leng Ding into the patient to alleviate the pain. The side effects of that medicine were great, but for those on the verge of death, it was no longer important.

"My illness, Viyan, does he know all about it?" Zhan Yan asked with some difficulty.

Du Xiaomo nodded her head, "You fainted in his arms. She was the one who brought you to the hospital, how can she hide it from you?"

Zhan Yan bit her lips tightly, her bright eyes growing bigger as tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She felt very bitter in her heart. If only he hadn't known all her life, how wonderful it would be! She didn't want him to feel sad for her at all.

Ah!" She didn't have time to think about it further. The intense pain almost made her unable to think. Her body curled up into a ball under the quilt, feeling excruciating pain.

"Doctor, she's in pain. She looks very miserable. Can you think of something?" Du Xiaomo was so anxious that she was crying.

The doctor could do nothing but shake his head. The room was in a mess, and it was at this moment that the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Ji Weiyang's tall and sturdy figure appeared at the doorway, and with a pa sound, the lunchbox in his hands fell to the ground. "Yan Yan Yan!" He took big steps to the side of the sickbed, and hugged Zhan Yan painfully in her arms.

"What's going on? What did you do to her? Was it all right when I left? " Ji Weiyang's eyes turned blood-red, and he roared at the people inside the house.

But when he shouted, Du Xiaomo's temper ignited, and he retorted, "Ji Weiyang, do you really understand her? Zhan Yan was awoken by the pain. In order to not worry you, she forced herself to move away from the pain … Ji Weiyang, you aren't worthy of loving her. "

Ji Weiyang hugged Zhan Yan tightly in her embrace, his slightly narrowed eyes were completely watery. A warm fingertip gently brushed away the perspiration soaked hair on her forehead. He looked deeply at her, his eyes filled with endless pain. Yan Yan, does it hurt? If it hurts, cry. "

Zhan Yan laid her head on his chest. She didn't cry or shout, instead, she looked at him with a gentle smile. Her ice-cold palm gently caressed the side of his handsome face. Her thin lips trembled as she spoke in a weak voice, "Don't worry. It won't hurt much. It'll just hurt a little. It'll be over very soon."

Ji Weiyang nodded heavily, buried his face in her shoulders and shook his shoulders weakly. He clearly knew that she was lying, but her lies were so heart-wrenching.

Du Xiaomo used her hand to cover her mouth tightly, preventing herself from crying. She followed behind the doctor and the nurse and left the sickroom, leaving this small world to Ji Weiyang and Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan's soft arms were wrapped around his neck weakly, and she kept smiling at him with her chin raised. However, such a pale smile gave Ji Weiyang an urge to cry, and he really wanted to shout a warning to her: Don't laugh, don't laugh anymore, because I will love you even more.

"Vuyo, sing for me. Sing for me, and I won't hurt." Zhan Yan nestled in his embrace, her voice still pale white.

"Yes." Ji Weiyang nodded heavily, and his low and hoarse voice started to hum, "Pushing away the dark clouds in the sky, you're as beautiful as blue velvet. I've helped you to traverse the mountains, but I'm not in the mood to look at the scenery, I think of you, I can't help but have new dreams in my mind.

The Zhan Yan in his arms had always been very quiet, at first, she had been smiling from the corner of her mouth, as she quietly listened. Later on, before Ji Weiyang could finish singing, she had already fainted in his arms.

Ji Weiyang gently placed her on the sickbed and carefully tucked her in. Then, he gave her a deep kiss on her forehead.

He sat beside her and held her hand, knowing that she could no longer hear him, but his voice was choked with emotion and he would sing, "I will always protect you, no matter what happens to you, with all my heart. Love is one word, I only say it once, you know I only use action to show... "

He remembered that when he was reading, Zhang Xinzhe's "Love Only Word" was very popular. Some of the male voices even sang loudly to their beloved girl. Angie had pestered him about it several times, but he hadn't agreed. He had wanted to sing it to her at the wedding, but she hadn't given him the chance.

Now, he was singing for Zhan Yan, his only girl.

"Yan Yan, get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

Ji Weiyang handed Zhan Yan over to Du Xiaomo and Lu Ruping to take care of him, while he covered himself in the darkness of the night, and went to the shore.

At that time, Tang Feng was in the middle of having fun with a few newbies in the luxury cruiser's nightclub. He pushed open the door and entered with a wave of frost on his body, coldly glancing at the extravagant and luxurious room, and spat out a word, "Scram."

All the women in the scene knew what was going on, so they quickly ran out of the room with their heads hanging low.

Tang Feng lazily sat up from the sofa, he carelessly combed through his messy short hair, and chuckled: "Oh, it's that blind brat who messed with our Third Young Master Ji again, this young one will cripple him tomorrow."

Ji Weiyang was not in the mood to joke around. He sat down on the sofa opposite Tang Feng, grabbed the vodka on the table and gulped it down.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the smile on Tang Feng's face slowly faded. He even put down his crossed legs and asked gravely, "What happened?"

Ji Weiyang did not reply, he just sat quietly on the sofa and smoked, one cigarette after another, the private box was quickly enveloped by the smothering smoke.

"What's going on?" Tang Feng could no longer hold it in.

Ji Weiyang's cold gaze gradually fell on his body, and he lightly flicked the tip of his cigarette, "Help me do three things."

"Sure." Tang Feng answered almost without thinking. Only, he didn't think that the things that Ji Weiyang had asked him to do were each more difficult than the last.

"First, from now on, help me take care of everything within the Ji's."

"Weiyang, this …" Just as Tang Feng was about to cut in, he was interrupted by Ji Weiyang.

"Let me finish." "Second, within two months, all the dark sounds in the Ji's have stopped, and I don't care about how big of a loss it will be."

Tang Feng did not dare interrupt, but his expression became uglier and uglier.

"Third, within this week, get all the employees to do a check-up report and send it to my mailbox."

Tang Feng did not say anything, and only until Ji Weiyang did not speak did he ask, "What's the reason? If you want me to do this, you have to give me a reason. "

Ji Weiyang picked up the goblet on the table and gulped down another big half of the wine before replying with great difficulty, "Zhan Yan's heart is necrotic."

With just that one sentence, Tang Feng understood.

As for those business that could not be exposed, he hoped that when Zhan Yan was still alive, he would let her see a clean set of Ji's. Furthermore, Ji Weiyang always remembered his grandfather's words, and paid him back for everything. He believed that all of this was retribution. If the heavens wanted to punish him, they just had to punish him.

The reason why Ji Weiyang had everyone in the company inspect his body was because he wanted to find a heart that could be transplanted onto Zhan Yan. Out of the nearly one hundred thousand employees of the Ji's Group, he refused to believe that he would not be able to find a suitable heart for Zhan Yan.

"Have you really thought it through?" After a long period of silence, Tang Feng asked probingly with a tone that had never been heavier than before.

The first condition, whether it was as a brother or as his right-hand man, he had no way of refusing it. He could barely accept the second condition. After all, it was Old Man Ji's wish. However, the third condition … Ji Weiyang had always been a principled man, life was the bottom line that he would never cross, and this time, was he going to make an exception for Wei Zhanyan?!

Ji Weiyang was silent. He calmly took out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a deep breath.

"Tang Feng nodded, he could see that Ji Weiyang's idea was set. "Alright, I'll do my best to arrange it. However, you don't need to do anything about this matter. I'll handle it to your satisfaction."

Ji Weiyang naturally understood what he meant. He fiercely put out his cigarette in the ashtray and coldly threw out a sentence, "I don't need you to meddle in my business."

"If you're a brother, then don't say such words." Tang Feng couldn't help but raise his voice, and his tone became a little more forceful, "I already killed people at the age of eighteen, so there's no difference between killing one and killing two anyway. "But you are different, Vuyo. You are not like me by nature."

Tang Feng and Ji Weiyang, who were both eighteen years old, were definitely not the same type of people. Tang Feng had been a hoodlum since he was young, and when he was eighteen, he brought a group of delinquents to fight and cut people in the alley. However, when Ji Weiyang was eighteen years old, he still wore jeans and a shirt. If not for the fact that Grandpa Ji insisted on stuffing the Ji's in Ji Weiyang's hands, he might have been stuck with the underworld his entire life.

"After this, I'm no different from you." Ji Weiyang gave a cold smile, picked up his jacket, and left.