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The next day, Ji Weiyang woke up early and left. In the morning, when he was on, the more than 30 missed calls were all from the hospitals, he was worried that something might happen to Angel.

He did not disturb Zhan Yan and before he left, he only kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Only, he didn't know that Zhan Yan hadn't slept for the entire night. The pain in her chest was so severe that even breathing had become difficult. She propped herself up and walked to the window, cutting a gap in the curtain. Ji Weiyang's dark green Land Rover slowly drove away, finally disappearing from her sight.

The corner of her lips unconsciously raised into a wry smile. In the end, he still couldn't let go of Lu Anqi.

She squatted on the floor in pain, clutching her chest with both hands. Tears gradually blurred her eyes, and then, large tears fell onto the gilded floor, causing her to faint.

Zhan Yan took a lot of painkillers before she had the strength to get up. She didn't even eat breakfast, and directly went to the hospital.

She came to the hospital just in time for Du Xiaomo's night shift, she had to accompany Zhan Yan no matter what.

"Today, Vice Dean Zhao is on duty at the medical clinic. She is an expert on the heart, brain, and brain." Du Xiaomo passed the waiting plate to Zhan Yan.

"Yes." Zhan Yan smiled, the hand holding the patient suddenly tightened, she did not know why, but she had a bad premonition.

Perhaps seeing her nervousness, Du Xiaomo comforted her gently, "Don't worry, at most, it's just a complication of a cold."

After all, they had worked together before, and she admired Zhan Yan a lot. When she heard that she had left the hospital, she felt a little regretful.

"How long has this been going on?"

"About two months. At first, it was just a fever, but later on it began to show signs of palpitation." Zhan Yan replied truthfully.

"It took you so long to come to the hospital for an examination. You sure are careless."

"Principal Zhao, what's wrong with Zhan Yan?" Du Xiaomo interrupted.

"It's hard to say now, but we'll find out when we check." Vice Dean Zhao opened up the electrocardiogram and the color Doppler list, telling them to check it first.

When the test results came out, both Zhan Yan and Du Xiaomo were stunned. They studied medicine, so they naturally could read the test report. The myocarditis caused by influenza virus is converted to myocardial necrosis, which is no different from terminal disease.

"How, how could this be? There must be a mistake! " Du Xiaomo almost couldn't believe it.

Vice President Zhao, with the report of the inspection in hand, looked helpless." Yan Xie, you are a doctor. Don't you know that a severe cold can cause myocarditis? Moreover, your physique is already weak, so you should pay more attention. "It took you so long to get a doctor?

Zhan Yan kept her head low and did not speak. From the moment the results of the test came out, she had not said a single word. Her hands were folded in front of her, and her fingertips were pale and bloodless. She had never thought that her life would be so short. She was only twenty-four years old, and she was about to reach the end of her life.

"Principal Zhao, you must have a way to treat Zhan Yan, right? You better help us think of a way. Zhan Yan is only a little over twenty, and she's still so young … " Du Xiaomo could not help but cry. This result was like a bolt out of the blue. How could they accept it?

Vice Dean Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Unless I do a heart transplant. "We should go through the procedures first. I will prepare a set of treatment plan as soon as possible."

At this time, Zhan Yan finally raised her head, her pale white and delicate face was surprisingly calm and collected, "How long more can I live?"

Vice Dean Zhao slightly paused, and then said, "A conservative estimate of three months."

Zhan Yan nodded silently, and still did not have any waves of emotion. Three months … It was so short, so short that it seemed like she would snap out of it in the blink of an eye. She didn't even have time to say goodbye.

She got up and left, walking in the empty corridor blankly. Du Xiaomo followed closely behind but did not dare to disturb her. She knew that Zhan Yan would definitely be very sad. Even she could not accept such an outcome, let alone Zhan Yan.

However, just as Zhan Yan was about to leave the hospital, Du Xiaomo panicked. She went up to her and grabbed her, and asked: "Zhan Yan, where else do you want to go?"

Zhan Yan's bright eyes were wide open, but there was a hole in them. Her gaze slowly fell on Du Xiaomo, and her voice trembled slightly. "Xiaomo, I want to go home."

Zhan Yan, what you need to do now is to immediately go to the hospital and receive treatment! Du Xiaomo's voice unconsciously rose.

Zhan Yan shook her head, and unsteadily took two steps back, "No, there's no need for that anymore."

Du Xiaomo was really anxious, she stepped forward and pulled her down, "What do you mean there's no need! Myocardial necrosis is not a terminal disease. You'll be fine once you have a heart transplant. You have to come back with me right away. We'll go to the hospital and get treated. "

Zhan Yan forcefully flung her hand away, and she looked deeply into Du Xiaomo's eyes, before finally crying, "Xiaomo, we study medicine, so we cannot lie to ourselves. Our hearts must be transplanted in vivo, and the number of donors is almost zero. Moreover, even if you were lucky enough to find a heart, you would still know how low the success rate is. Even if the operation was successful, you would still have to face rejection and all kinds of complications later on. Xiaomo, I have already been sentenced to death, do you understand? I don't want to deceive myself. "

"Zhan Yan." Du Xiaomo choked with sobs, and hugged her thin body, "Zhan Yan, don't give up, please don't give up, okay? As long as you don't give up, at least we still have a sliver of hope. If you give up, then we really have no hope. "

Zhan Yan bit her lips and allowed her tears to flow soundlessly. Xiaomo, I don't want to waste my remaining three months in the hospital, it would have no meaning at all like that. "

Du Xiaomo dried her tears and finally made a compromise, "Alright, you can live in the hospital, but we have to go through the procedures and you have to receive treatment. At the very least, I can live a little longer, even if it's just for one more day. "

Zhan Yan went through the admission formalities and received the initial treatment. After the infusion, she insisted on returning home, but Vice Dean Zhao strongly opposed it, because Zhan Yan's current situation was very dangerous, if she was unable to get it done, there would be shock, leading to her death. However, Zhan Yan was extremely stubborn and refused to listen to her advice.

Du Xiaomo drove her home and repeatedly told her to never forget about taking the medicine. Zhan Yan, do you really not plan to tell your father about you getting sick? "

"Yes." Zhan Yan nodded, "His health is not good, I don't want him to be sad because of me."

"Then what about Ji Weiyang?" Du Xiaomo asked again.

Zhan Yan laughed bitterly and shook her head, "There's no need for him to know."

Du Xiaomo was a little angry, "Zhan Yan, how long do you plan on hiding this from them? How long could she keep it hidden? "If that day really comes …" Her voice broke and she could not bear to continue.

Zhan Yan supported herself by leaning on the window as she looked out blankly at the scenery that was retreating away from him. With a bitter smile, she said, "If possible, I will hide it for the rest of my life."

When she was really about to die, she would prepare a certificate in advance. She would make everyone think that she was still alive. It was just that she was living abroad and was living a good life. Even if she could live in their hearts, she was still living a good life.

When she was walking past the department store, Zhan Yan suddenly told Du Xiaomo to stop the car.

"Xiaomo, accompany me to the mall. It's been a long time since I've last seen a mall."

"We'll talk about it another day. Zhan Yan, what you need now is a good rest." Du Xiaomo rejected him flatly.

Zhan Yan's expression was slightly dejected, then she said calmly, "Xiaomo, another day, I'm afraid I won't have another chance."

Her tone was extremely calm, completely without any ripples, as if she was just casually talking about today's weather, while Du Xiaomo's eyes immediately turned red. She turned the steering wheel, and parked the car in the shopping mall's underground garage.

Zhan Yan wasn't unfamiliar with this shopping mall. In the past, she and Du Xiaomo had picked out clothes and toys for Xiao Yan here, but she didn't expect that she would go to heaven to accompany Xiao Yan so soon. Actually, this was good as well. Her little face was no longer lonely.

Zhan Yan stood in the children's area in a daze, her arms resting on the wooden baby's bed, casually swaying. Du Xiaomo hid to the side and could only secretly wipe her tears.

"Xiaomo, let's go upstairs and take a look." Unknowingly, Zhan Yan had appeared behind her back.

"Oh, okay." Du Xiaomo turned her back to her and quickly wiped the tears off his face, but her eyes were still red. Zhan Yan pretended not to see it, and with a light smile, he grabbed her arm, and walked up the stairs to the men's clothing area.

It was the first time Zhan Yan bought so many things. She bought a few sets of shirts for her father, a dark grey middle mountain attire and a dress for herself. It was snow-white without any other colors.

She stood in front of the mirror, her skin-tight dress revealing her beautiful curves. She turned around and looked at Du Xiaomo, smiling as she asked, "Does it look good?"

"Not good. Try this red one." Du Xiaomo pressed a gorgeous red dress into her hands. They were medical students, and there was no taboo, but at this moment, Du Xiaomo felt that white clothes were unlucky. Although Zhan Yan was really beautiful when she wore it, that feeling of floating made Du Xiaomo feel that she was like a butterfly that was about to fly away from the mortal world.

Zhan Yan did not try on the red cheongsam, but asked the waiter to wrap the two dresses instead. She was going to give the red cheongsam to Xiaomo and leave the white one to him. She was going to wear this to see Xiao Yan. White was the purest color in the world. It came clean and left clean, Zhan Yan felt that it was very good this way.

The two of them carried large bags of wool and prepared to leave the mall, but when Zhan Yan saw the hot cashmere wool in the special sales area on the first floor, she subconsciously stopped in her tracks and picked out some light gray wool for the attendants to wrap up.

"Du Xiaomo didn't need to ask to know that she was buying it for Ji Weiyang. Who would knit a sweater now? The soil was dead. Besides, you don't. " Du Xiaomo poured a bucket of cold water over her. Actually, she was afraid that Zhan Yan would be tired, so the heart disease would require her to rest.

Zhan Yan laughed blandly, but she was not annoyed, "I can't learn." Three months should be enough time to learn how to knit a woolen sweater.

Du Xiaomo drove Zhan Yan home, but Wei Jingnian cordially kept her to eat, but Du Xiaomo rejected her offer tactfully. She only wanted to go home and cry for once, since she could not bear it any longer.

After Du Xiaomo left, Zhan Yan took out the shirt and the middle mountain outfit she bought for his father from the bag. "Dad, I bought some clothes for you today. Do you like them?"

Wei Jingnian smiled lovingly, "I seldom go out, and at most I just go to the old people's event center to play chess and chat with some of my old friends.

Wei Jingnian casually uttered the word "die", but it caused Zhan Yan's eyes to grow wet. She squatted in front of her father, lightly rested his head on his arm, "Father, you won't die, you will live for a hundred years."

Wei Jingnian gently caressed her head, "Silly girl, how can a human not die?"

That's right, how could a person not die? It was just a matter of time. Zhan Yan forced her tears to flow as she smiled bitterly.

"Dad, the winter solstice is coming up in a few days. The weather is getting cold, so you should pay more attention to your body." Zhan Yan then covered Wei Jingnian's legs with the thick and soft blanket. She also instructed him to take medicine on time, and to go to the hospital to have a checkup in time. She also told him some daily details, telling him to take good care of his body.

Wei Jingnian had been smiling and listening the entire time, but he finally replied, "What's wrong with you today? You talk about it like a little old granny, if you say so much, how could I remember? Just slowly remind me."

Zhan Yan pursed her lips, but she still forced a smile, trying her best to not let Wei Jingnian see any clues.

In the future? She was afraid that there would be no future for her. She was an unfilial daughter. She couldn't even send her father to his death.

In the quiet night.

Zhan Yan sat alone at the window, clumsily knitting a woolen sweater, with a knitted tutorial book on her left hand. She was reading while knitting, but her injured right hand was completely unable to do anything. Zhan Yan, on the other hand, was extremely patient.

Zhan Yan did not know how good it would be if she could erase her terrible life and start over.

After knitting for a few hours, Zhan Yan felt that her eyes were sore. She put down her stitches, and gently stroked her knitted sleeves with her palms. It was a light gray color with a hint of melancholy. Zhan Yan felt that this color was extremely similar to Ji Weiyang's personality. It was deep and depressing, yet fatal and attractive.

It was a text message from Ji Weiyang. The content was very simple, it was only a few words: Yan Yan, I'm downstairs.

Zhan Yan pulled the corner of the curtain and indeed, she saw Ji Weiyang's Range Rover parked downstairs. Almost without hesitation, Zhan Yan walked out in her pajamas. There had never been a time like this where she was so impatient to jump into his embrace.

"Vayon!" She threw her arms around his chest like a bird and pressed her soft body against his, "It's good that you showed up when you were thinking about you."

"Idiot." Ji Weiyang laughed and muttered. Towards Zhan Yan's enthusiasm, he simply could not reject. He lowered her head and pressed his lips against her soft lips. Zhan Yan shyly rejected it.

"No, we can't stay here …" Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Ji Weiyang had already picked her up and stuffed his inside the carriage impatiently.

The dark green Land Rover pierced through the night and sped away.

Returning to the villa on the mountain top, Ji Weiyang did not even have time to hug Zhan Yan and bring her to her bedroom. Instead, he directly pushed her onto the leather sofa in the living room and kissed her passionately.

Zhan Yan meekly endured his wildness. A pair of soft, boneless, small hands trembled as they untied the shirt on his chest. One button after another fell to the ground, revealing his firm and strong chest.

Ji Weiyang let go of her lips a little, the warm palm grabbed onto her small, restless hand and laughed sinisterly, "You want it?"

Zhan Yan's pale face flushed red like an apple in the autumn. With a thought, she lowered her head and took a bite of her flushed cheeks. "Take it off for me."

He held her small hand and pulled her to his waist. Zhan Yan shyly untied the belt at his waist.

Right at this time, Ji Weiyang's phone suddenly rang, breaking a room full of enchantments.

Zhan Yan didn't know what was being said on the other end of the phone, but she saw that Ji Weiyang's face had turned extremely ugly. He sat on the side of the sofa, rebuttoning the loose buttons of her shirt before picking up her jacket.

"Angie is sick and making a ruckus in the hospital. I'll go take a look and come back soon."

After he finished speaking, she walked out, and Zhan Yan suddenly stood up and hugged him tightly from behind. Her body was trembling nonstop, her pale little face was buried in his back, and tears were dripping down his shirt.