Chapter 698 - The Countdown of Yan and An (12)
The big-busted servant looked around and started to remove her clothes.
At this point, someone spoke in a low and harsh voice. “Who’s there?”
The big-busted servant was startled and stepped back.
Lu Yan’s head was bent inside the shower, but he could see a pretty woman’s figure through the mosaic glass door. He raised his hand to pick up the bottle of shower foam and aimed it at the woman’s face.
Ah!
The big-busted servant gave a shrill cry as the bottle of shower foam landed directly on her face.
She staggered a couple of steps behind and knocked against the wall. She felt something warm on her face, and she was unsure which part of her face was bleeding.
It was midnight and Butler Ye had left. Lu Yan stood on the balcony alone. He was still smoking his cigarette and the ashtray was filled with ashes and the stubbed butts of abandoned cigarettes.
He opened his hand and the diamond ring was sparkling brightly in his palm.
He tucked the ring into his pocket and drove to the hospital.
…
In the hospital.
Tang Mo’er was accompanying An’an by her bed. At this moment, the door to the ward opened and Lu Yan entered.
“Master Yan.” Tang Mo’er got up.
Lu Yan came to the bed. “Mo’er, you can return first. I’ll be here with An’an tonight.”
“Alright.” Tang Mo’er left to give both of them privacy.
After she left, Lu Yan sat by the bed, looking down at the girl on the bed. She was still in a coma and there was an IV drip on her hand.
An’an…
He caressed the girl’s delicate face with his calloused fingers and bent to kiss her forehead. His kiss lingered on her forehead for a long time.
An’an, I love you.
But you are not able to hear this phrase “I love you”.
If you asked me how much I love you, I would tell you that I love you so much that I am willing to use my life to save you.
…
The next morning.
The doctor brought a piece of shockingly good news. “Master Yan, good news. Your report is out and your bone marrow is compatible with Miss An’an’s. Miss An’an can be saved!”
Both Gu Mohan and Tang Mo’er looked at Lu Yan at the same time. They had never imagined that it would be Lu Yan after having searched for a suitable match for so many years.
Lu Yan’s bone marrow could save An’an. It was as if everything was predestined.
Lu Yan looked at An’an, who was lying on the bed. His lips curved tenderly. He knew it. He knew that he could surely save An’an.
Fate came and went, but everything was still inextricably intertwined. At the end, if it was you, it would always be you.
“Please arrange for the operation immediately,” Lu Yan said.
…
In the operating theater.
Lu Yan and An’an were wheeled into the theater, but An’an did not open her eyes. She was still in a coma.
“Master Yan, we are going to inject anesthesia into you now,” the doctor said.
“Hang on,” Lu Yan replied.
The doctor paused.
Lu Yan gradually extended his calloused hand to touch An’an’s hand. Her hand was so soft and cold as he held her hand tightly in his palm.
He wanted to give her his body warmth and strength. This way, she would not feel lonely or scared in her dreams.
If he left, he knew she would continue to be very strong and brave. She would grow up well. He was sure of it.
…
This operation continued until the afternoon. Two hours later, the effects of the anesthesia in Lu Yan’s leg dissipated. He wanted to get down from the bed.
The doctor promptly stopped him. “Master Yan, although the operation was very successful, but we have extracted your bone marrow, and so you’ll have to remain under observation over the next few days to see if there are any complications. We can’t be flippant about this as it concerns your right leg.”
Lu Yan’s face was a little pale but he did not have any expression. “Has An’an woken up?”
“Not yet.”
An’an had not woken yet.
Lu Yan looked down at his watch. He had to leave as there was no longer any time left.
At this point in time, the melodious sound of the cell phone ring tone was heard. He had an incoming phone call.
Taking out the phone, he saw that it was not Li Si.
It was his superior’s call.
Lu Yan’s handsome features became somber. He swiped to pick up the call.
An elderly and intimidating voice came through the phone. “Lu Yan, Li Si has been captured by Delia’s men.”