C272 Ah Yan, will you wake up?

Ah Yan, will you wake up?

After dispersing the reporters, Qiao Mo held onto Xiao Yan's big hands, causing the steps of the court to shake everywhere.

Xiao Yan pressed on his brows and bones, trying to make his vision clear.

Qiao Mo felt that something was wrong with Xiao Yan, and cold sweat flowed down his hand. It was as if she could also feel the trembling of his fingertips.

Qiao Mo turned her eyes, and was just about to ask if he was feeling unwell when she suddenly hugged him tightly.

She couldn't see his expression, only the arms that were hugging her tightly.

Qiao Mo was slightly startled. In the end, her slightly stiff arm had still wrapped around his tall and straight waist.

"Ah Yan..." She called to him in a low voice.

The double image and illusion in front of Xiao Yan's eyes became more and more severe. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Don't talk, let me hug you for a while."

Just for a moment.

Qiao Mo's fingers, after being startled, slowly relaxed. The burden on her shoulders became heavier and heavier; it was as if Xiao Yan was putting his entire weight on her shoulders.

She felt that it was a bit strange, so she reached out to pat his back and gently called out to him, "Ah Yan? What's the matter with you? "

However, the man on his shoulder didn't respond at all.

Qiao Mo could clearly feel that the strength of the pair of arms, had initially tightened to a point of being powerless, but right when she was completely caught off guard, a slender arm had already slipped out of her shoulder.

Qiao Mo's heart stopped. After being stunned for half a second, she suddenly cried out: "Ah Yan!"

… ….

Hospital, outside the emergency room.

In the clear and cold hallway, Qiao Mo sat on a chair, her face expressionless. Her face was pale white, her eyes empty and her expression calm.

Zhao Qian stood at the side and pursed his lips as he consoled, "Madam, the Boss will be fine, don't worry."

The matter could no longer be concealed. It would be foolish if Qiao Mo could not see through to all of this.

"How long has Ah Yan been like this for?"

After a long while, Qiao Mo finally asked.

"Two months ago, the Boss was found to have a relapse. I don't know if Madam remembers, but the Boss took a medical examination when he took you on a business trip to Switzerland Branch."

Qiao Mo opened her lips slightly, her eyes stared wide open, revealing a sense of patience. She tried her best to recall the time she was in Switzerland.

She … I remember.

She remembered him, and suddenly said, "I met Soul for no reason at all."

The chance of a mate, he said, might be gone for the rest of her life, and someone else might be happy for her.

After that, Xiao Yan gave them a piece of video of his donkey friend going to Yunnan, one for two.

Also, Xiao Yan left so many times without saying anything. Maybe at that time, he would have already secretly accepted treatment?

Yes, it must be, he said. When he was on business in the United States, he heard a faint sound, not the barking of a friend's dog, as he had said, but. A nurse or a doctor's voice?

She chased him all the way to the Switzerland, and thought that when he was at the snow mountain, there would be a small avalanche. He was clearly not at the Switzerland, but he still rushed to the mountain to save her.

When they were in Austria, he and Su Qingwan acted out a show of love in front of her. However, on the last night, he hugged her so tightly that he wanted to rub her into his blood and bones.

It was not that he did not love her, but rather, he hid that love deep within his heart.

The reason why he had pushed her away was only because his illness had returned. It hadn't been long, so …

Qiao Mo was like a person who suddenly opened her eyes, and finally opened the thick mist.

Xiao Yan gave her the best explanation for everything that had happened since long ago.

Qiao Mo bit hard on her lips, not allowing the tears in her eyes to flow out. She reached out her hand, covered her face and choked with sobs, "Why does he think that I can't accept the fact that his illness has returned …"

All that he had done was just an arrogant and overbearing decision. What right and reason did he have to make such a choice?

She didn't need to, she just wanted to be with him. Even if this person was going to die tomorrow, she wasn't willing to leave him.

Qiao Mo cried bitterly. How could he, because of her sickness again and again, keep distancing herself from her, snub her, and even push her away?

After enduring for a long time, Zhao Qian finally could not hold it in and said, "Madam, your mother Lu Hailan's death has nothing to do with the Boss."

Qiao Mo was startled, her heart was filled with mixed emotions. All of these things happened too suddenly, but this time, she did not know whether to laugh or cry.

If Xiao Yan truly disliked her and didn't want her and his child, then at the very least, he was living a good life in this world.

But on one side, everything that Xiao Yan had done was just because he loved her, and on the other side, she was going to have to endure the pain of possibly losing him.

It was as if God had made a big joke of her that day.

Qiao Mo's eyes reddened, and her lips moved as she asked: "My mother … "How did you get there?"

"Late stage."

Qiao Mo stiffened. Why did the people beside her who she loved the most hide the truth from her?

Lu Hailan was one, and so was Xiao Yan.

Feng Che had said before that he would investigate Lu Hailan's death. With his wealth and abilities, Qiao Mo didn't believe it, and after half a month, she still wasn't able to find out the truth, so even Feng Che was hiding the truth from her.

She was an adult, and she had her own choices. But why, why, did they all have to choose for her?

Qiao Mo slowly turned her head, looking at the red light shining in the emergency room, her vision blurred.

… ….

After who knows how long, maybe three hours, or maybe six hours, Qiao Mo sat in the long corridor like a puppet. She didn't know what kind of suffering Xiao Yan, who was on the operating table, was going through, but she knew that person, could possibly leave her forever after some unknown second.

Like Lu Hailan, she had completely left this world.

Qiao Mo's eyes drooped slightly as she looked at her bulging stomach. She reached out her hand and fondled it lovingly, her eyes filled with grief and grief. "Zi Xi, Zi Wang, do you think that Daddy will be able to wait until I cut your umbilical cord?"

If Xiao Yan really left, Qiao Mo only had one thought.

Life, she was his person. Death, she only wanted to sleep in his coffin.

Time, bit by bit, passed. Qiao Mo's heart was extremely complicated. Panic, helplessness, despair … But there was still a hint of relief mixed in.

Qiao Mo wiped her face and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the emergency light in the operation room was extinguished.

Qiao Mo quivered, she stood up and walked over quickly. Both of her legs were weak at the moment, but she walked extremely quickly.

"Doctor, how is my husband?"

A few of the main doctors had grave expressions on their faces as they frowned: "Mr. Xiao's condition is now getting worse. Although he has been rescued, but in the future …"

Qiao Mo took a step back in retreat. If not for Zhao Qian supporting her in time, she might have fallen to the ground.

"Madam …" Zhao Qian uneasily called out to her.

Qiao Mo's face was as white as paper, her lips faintly trembling. Even though she had thought too much into the worst case scenario during the past few hours of rescue, she was still too caught off guard when she heard the doctor's grievous news.

The doctor had said the most tactful thing, but Qiao Mo understood clearly that the meaning behind her words was that time was running out.

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "... I, I know. "

She didn't even forget to say, "Thank you, Doctor."

After the doctor left, Xiao Yan was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit. Separated by a huge piece of transparent glass, Qiao Mo stood outside, staring at him.

Qiao Mo guarded the outside, and was unwilling to leave.

Qiao Mo was pregnant, Zhao Qian was afraid that his wife would be tired, so he called Feng Che to persuade him.

When Feng Che arrived at the hospital, Qiao Mo was still standing outside the Intensive Care Unit, unmoving.

Feng Che sighed and consoled, "Xiaoxiao, you still have two children in your womb. Even if you're worried about Xiao Yan, you should think about the children in your womb. Go back and rest. Assistant Zhao and I will watch here.

Qiao Mo lifted her hand and lightly covered the glass. From such a distance, her fingertip followed the outline of the man's face and facial features as she gently painted them. She did not cry nor make a fuss, she looked abnormally calm, but it was precisely this abnormal calmness that made her worry even more.

"Brother, I'm afraid that Ah Yan might want to see me when he wakes up, but he can't see me."

Feng Che slightly frowned, "That won't happen, if Xiao Yan wakes up, Assistant Zhao and I will immediately notify you."

Zhao Qian stood at the side and replied, "Yes, Madam." "If you fall down because of fatigue and worry, I won't be able to explain myself to the Boss when it wakes up."

Qiao Mo was silent for a long while, then she slowly turned her eyes towards Feng Che. In the end, she bit her lips and asked word by word: "Big Brother, Ah Yan … Can you still wake up? "

Feng Che was startled, then laughed, rubbed her hair, and lightly laughed: "What are you thinking about? Didn't the doctor say that there was no danger for the time being? Don't scare yourself, huh? "

Qiao Mo shook her head, "No, I know what the doctor means. The doctor means, is just to let us be mentally prepared, Ah Yan might leave us at any time."

Zhao Qian consoled them, "Madam, the Boss' fate has always been high, and every time when everyone thought that he would not be able to hold on any longer, he would have to endure." "Madam, the Boss' fate has always been high, and every time when everyone thought that he would not be able to hold on, he would have to endure.

Qiao Mo's tears rolled down. She looked at the Intensive Care unit and saw that there was no trace of her usual sharp and solemn look on the sickbed. She looked like a weak big boy who had lost all of his vigor.

She would rather that he had truly betrayed their relationship and marriage than to leave her behind because of this reason.

At the very least, she still had the courage to hate him, and he would still be living a good life in this world.

Ah Yan, will you wake up?