Qin Mingzhu wanted to go in, but was stopped.

"Mr. Qin, Yan always doesn't want you to go in."

"Why? I'm his boyfriend, we're about to get engaged, am I not even qualified to go in?"

The special assistant looked embarrassed, "Yan always said that he doesn't want you to see what he looks like now."

Qin Mingzhu was silent for a while, he knew what Yan Jiayu was thinking, and was afraid that he would feel distressed and anxious, but now that he was waiting at the door, it would only be more uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the sourness in his eyes, and said after a while: "Is it not because of work that I went abroad this time? Could you tell me what happened to Brother Jiayu's leg? How serious is it? "

He was afraid that the special assistant would not tell the truth, so he added, "Even if you want to hide it now, you can't hide it from me."

Qin Mingzhu doesn't understand medicine or medical vocabulary, but he understands cause and effect.

A few years ago, Yan Jiayu's operation was an extremely risky operation, and it could even be called a gambling operation. The expert team who performed the operation at that time gave a risk assessment and advised Yan Jiayu not to do it, but Yan Jiayu's attitude was firm.

After that, only after the post-operative rehabilitation, Yan Jiayu seemed to have escaped from death.

And the gamble was ultimately lost.

At the beginning of this year, the sequelae of the operation began to emerge, and they gradually worsened.

At first, the limbs were paralyzed for a few seconds to a few minutes from time to time, and then gradually extended to an hour or two, or even a few hours.

In addition to this, an abscess started to appear in the knee, abnormal temperature, fever, pain, and rapid weight loss.

The reason why Qin Mingzhu ran into the group of medical staff at the hotel was because they extracted the fluid from Yan Jiayu's knee to ensure that he could face Qin Mingzhu normally.

But Yan Jiayu's condition was too serious, and in just a few hours, it deteriorated again.

After Qin Mingzhu heard the special assistant's words, he collapsed directly, almost unable to stand still.

He bent his back uncontrollably, and his fingers needed to firmly support the wall next to him to keep himself from falling.

For more than half a year from the beginning of the year to now, he didn't notice it at all, and complained that Yan Jiayu didn't accompany him on his birthday...

"Can it be cured, right?" Qin Mingzhu raised her head, her eyes were flushed, her face was vulnerable, pleading, and even pleading, "Now that medical skills are so advanced, there must be a way to cure it."

The special assistant opened his face and couldn't bear to look into Qin Mingzhu's eyes, "Yes, the expert gave a treatment plan."

Qin Mingzhu wanted to know the answer too, so nervously she grabbed the special assistant's arm, her pupils dilated, "What plan?"

"Amputation."

He clenched his whitish hands a little.

- "I have you and healthy legs, I'm probably the luckiest person in the world."

- "God is so kind to me."

"Mr. Qin, I hope you can persuade Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan himself is unwilling to accept the treatment plan. The doctor said... that if the operation is not performed as soon as possible, his life may be in danger."

Qin Mingzhu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Yan Jiayu who fell into a deep sleep due to the drug, and gently stroked her face with her fingers.

When was a child, painted and painted angels. The book said that angels have the most beautiful faces and the kindest hearts. No matter how much suffering they experience, they will still love the world and the world from their hearts.

Qin Mingzhu couldn't imagine what an angel looked like, and the brush couldn't draw for a long time. At this moment, his eyes suddenly caught sight of Yan Jiayu, who was reading quietly next to him.

At that time, Yan Jiayu was sitting in front of the window, her snow-white face seemed to be moist like silk. Under the silk were fresh flesh and disabled legs that seemed to be nailed to a wheelchair.

Since the age of 11, Yan Jiayu has been living in other people's homes. She has no classmates, no physical education classes, and no ordinary life that her peers have. Day after day, she shut herself in a small sunny hall.

Shu and Qin Mingzhu are his only companions during this period. Qin Mingzhu has his own life and cannot come often. The only thing left to accompany him is Shu.

He noticed Qin Mingzhu's eyes and turned his face slightly. The daylight filtered through the wooden rhombus window and fell on the long eyelashes like twigs, making the eyelashes seem to be golden.

A faint smile appeared on that face.

"Pearl." He called him.

Qin Mingzhu's fingertips trembled, and the tears she didn't dare to shed in front of outsiders rustled like rain. Drop after drop of tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting the sheets.

He bit his lip so hard that it hurt so much that his teeth turned bloody, so he refrained from making a sound.

Why did Yan Jiayu encounter this?

Kidnapping, surgery, rehabilitation, every step is unbearable and painful.

Why give hope and take it away? Even more cruel than before.

amputation...

The leg that was injured in the kidnapping case and underwent surgery will now be removed from the knee. Only in this way can we save his life.

"Pearl."

A low voice alarmed Qin Mingzhu. He wiped the tears from his face in a panic before looking at the person on the bed.

Yan Jiayu looked tired and even blinked slowly. He saw Qin Mingzhu's crying face, and slowly raised his hand beside him, gently wiping away a tear from Qin Mingzhu's chin.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Qin Mingzhu shook her head frantically, her voice completely choked, "No, no, you don't need to apologize to me."

Yan Jiayu closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, the effect of the medicine made him sleepy.

The sky was already gray and bright, and he saw a dark blue outside, with a free wind blowing. The wind has no legs, but it can come from the sea, pass through skyscrapers, and go to the plains.

"I'm sorry, Mingzhu, I'm hiding something from you again, don't be angry with me, okay?" After wiping away his tears, he groped and gently held Qin Mingzhu's soft hand, "I thought this matter could be easily resolved. ,result……"