If he had known that things would have developed to this point, if he could be given a chance to make a new choice, he would have chosen Yan Xiaye instead of Yan Shuirou.

But... in this world, the decisions made may be changed, so how can time go back?

Amid the violent tinnitus, Li Beicheng hugged his head and roared silently, and he vented his ventilation and smashed his punch on the wall, leaving blood stains on the pink wall.

He had a lot to say to Yan Xiaye, so she would never be allowed to end without permission.

What made him feel most frightened was that if she really died...

Can he still forget her in this life?

In the evening of the fourth day, Yan Xiaye opened his eyes without warning.

Li Beicheng, who was guarding her bed, was stunned for a moment, and looked at her without blinking. Then he suddenly realized that he fell from the chair in a mess and shouted at the doctor's name.

During the whole process, Yan Xiaye's vision was always calm.

It seemed to be looking at him, and it seemed to be looking at something else through him.

Li Beicheng never knew that he would have such a helpless moment. He stiffly tidied up his shirt that he had not changed for several days, and said hoarsely: "Yan Xiaye, you are awake."

Yan Xiaye's eyes tilted down her head empty. The wide patient suit made her look very petite, revealing her skin as white as jade, and covered with scars that crisscrossed after being abused, which was enough to make the most ruthless people look at her.

shock.

Li Beicheng's heart skipped a beat. Yan Xiaye was willing to wake up, and he should have been ecstatic.

But at the moment, facing Yan Xiaye like a walking corpse, he couldn't laugh at all.

It was vaguely, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Accompanied by indescribable nervousness, Li Beicheng tried hard to attract Yan Xiaye's gaze. While narrowing the distance between the two, he said in a very soft voice: "This is the hospital, you are very safe."

"No, it hurts."

She spoke gently like a dream, screaming in surprise as soon as Libeicheng was approaching, and picked up the thing on the nightstand and smashed it at him, trembling hysterically: "Don't come over, give me medicine, give me medicine

!”

A glass cup smashed into pieces on Li Beicheng's forehead, and blood flowed along the forehead, successfully preventing him from continuing to approach.

Her frightened and crazy look, the wound she tore when she threw something at him, made Li Beicheng taste the most serious pain in his life.

He didn't know why this happened. The woman he loved the most should be Yan Shuirou, but when he saw Yan Xiaye suffer with his own eyes, he felt as if he was cut off.

With the continuous sound of breaking, the doctors rushed in.

To confirm Yan Xiaye's reaction as quickly as possible, a nurse came in with a needle tube, suppressed Yan Xiaye's struggling limbs, and carefully pierced the needle into her muscles.

In the past, Yan Xiaye was the least interested in causing trouble for others.

Now, everyone present seemed to be her father-killing enemy. No matter who approached, she would fight back with her instinct, using her nails and teeth, desperately resisting everyone's approach.

Li Beicheng stood there in a daze, letting the medical staff shuttle back and forth beside him, without even the strength to move his fingers.

Soon, the doctor concludes with a heavy face: "Sir Li, judging from Miss Yan's reaction, we believe that the unknown ingredient found in her blood may be some kind of banned drug that has not been circulated on the market.

.”

Li Beicheng's throat choked, his eyes fixed on Yan Xiaye, who had finally calmed down again.

As if he was unwilling to face the next answer, he repeated several times and stopped: "What does this mean?"

"This means Miss Yan is addicted to a certain drug, but we don't know what this drug is yet." The doctor's tone became heavier, and he looked at Yan Xiaye with regret: "Based on my personal experience

He said that he had been responsible for similar cases in the past, and the patient eventually couldn't accept the pain of quitting addiction and committed suicide in the ward."

Li Beicheng's hand hanging beside him trembled violently. When he raised it, he grabbed the doctor's collar and stared at the other party with a head as if he wanted to eat someone: "You mean, Yan Xiaye would also commit suicide?"

The doctor was shocked and hurriedly denied: "No, I mean Miss Yan has a strong personality. When she recovers from her mind, she may be able to survive this level."

Li Beicheng let go of his hand and irritated the buttons on the top of his shirt, but it did not relieve the suffocation of his chest's breathing.

In the ward where people were coming and going, he heard his at a loss: "You can't wait for her to recover, she has depression."

"this……"

When the doctor heard this, he took a breath of air conditioning, and his heart suddenly felt less confident in treating the disease and saving people.

After hesitation, he suggested to Li Beicheng, who was tense all over his body and was facing a great enemy: "Because the drugs that caused Miss Yan to become addicted are still unknown, and the general addiction rehabilitation drugs can play a role. If you keep using sedatives to control them

She, we will miss her reaction during the medication process, which is very unfavorable for the patient.”

"She looks now...How do you want her to recover from her mind?" Looking at Yan Xiaye on the hospital bed, who was as if she was dead and allowed the medical staff to do it, Li Beicheng really felt guilt and heartache.

If this is the punishment Yan Xiaye gave him, then she will undoubtedly win a great victory.

"You are Miss Yan's husband, and you need to cooperate more in this regard." Seeing that Li Beicheng was not angry anymore, the doctor carefully said his meaning: "Using intimate relationships to bring back the patient's consciousness is very common in clinical practice.

Method: No matter whether Miss Yan responds to you or not, you can do something in front of her that she once remembered."

"Is my intimate relationship with her?" As if hearing something funny, Li Beicheng raised his hand and pressed his forehead that was constantly thrusting, and his handsome face was full of self-deprecating: "She probably hates me very much. Is this an intimate relationship?

”

The doctor was stunned and moved his lips in amazement: "Well, love and hate are two manifestations of intimate relationships. There is no love and no hate. If Miss Yan hates the person you most, this is naturally a kind of intimate relationship.

”

It's just the kind of negative energy bursting...

This time, Li Beicheng did not answer immediately.

He clenched his fists hard, suppressed his mood fluctuations, and spoke as calmly as possible: "As long as she recovers from health, I will do everything I can."

...

The Yan family was the second to learn about Yan Xiaye's wake up in the hospital.

A few days ago, Yan Xiaye was just sent to the hospital. When Yan's mother saw her daughter who was covered in blood and almost dead, she fainted on the spot.
Chapter completed!