The next morning, Feng Yu woke up suddenly, took a look at his surroundings, pulled out the needle and stood up to leave.

The first thought when I woke up was An Lan's pale and feeble figure lying on the operating table.

As soon as Feng Yu stood up, the door opened. When Mo Yan saw him waking up, a trace of surprise flashed across his face and said: "President, you are still infusion, you can't get up!"

"Where is she?" Feng Yu ignored him and asked as he walked towards the door.

But he stood up too hard and felt dizzy. He staggered two steps back, but Mo Yan stepped forward to help him in time.

"President, your body..."

"Let me ask you, where is she?" Feng Yu grabbed her collar and asked with fierce eyes.

"I don't know." Mo Yan shook his head. After Feng Yu fell, he was so busy that he had no time to deal with An Lan's body.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yu got a cold and sharp look, and he snorted and walked out quickly.

From the beginning to the end, he did not believe that An Lan would die!

"Where are you going?" Ling Yu's figure appeared at the door, blocking Feng Yu's way.

Feng Yu frowned, stared at him with scarlet eyes, and asked, "Where is she?"

"Are you asking about Mai Linlin or An Lan?"

Ling Yu asked knowingly, but Feng Yu gave him a cold eye roll. He directly grabbed Ling Yu's collar and said hoarsely: "Don't be careless with me. I'm asking you where is she?"

"Burned." Ling Yu replied calmly, not caring about his fierce eyes.

"What?" Feng Yu lost his voice, and then punched Ling Yu in the face with an angry face, and roared: "Why do you make the decision on your own? She's not dead yet, how could she die! You are obviously lying to me!"

Ling Yu sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and faced Feng Yu's eyes and said provocatively: "I am the most qualified to say whether she is dead or not! An Lan was weak due to a large amount of blood loss after yesterday's nephrectomy surgery.

We can’t save it! Isn’t this what you want to see?”

"You knew she was weak, but you still sent her to the operating table! Now that she died as you wished, you should be happy. Who are you showing this look to?" Ling Yu's expression became more and more fierce.

, his words were full of anger.

"Shut up! You don't need to judge my affairs!" Feng Yu punched again, but Ling Yu dodged it, and the latter punched in retaliation for being beaten just now.

Feng Yu was so angry that the two of them punched each other several times before Mo Yan reluctantly pulled them away.

Ling Yu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, with a sarcastic expression still on his face, and said: "Don't you hate her and wish you could crush her to ashes and disappear forever? In that case, I will follow your wishes. Now

Instead, you relied on me, so your good intentions were struck by lightning!"

"Ling Yu, shut up! I won't believe a word of your words until I see her body with my own eyes!"

There was blood on the corners of Feng Yu's lips, and his clothes were torn up during the fight. Now he looked a little angry, and he still had the stubbornness to believe that An Lan was not dead.

"Okay, you don't believe it, do you? Come with me." Ling Yu snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

Feng Yu had a stern look on his face and followed him without hesitation...

...

In Anning Cemetery, a steady drizzle fell from the sky, like a veil covering it, making it difficult to see the way forward.

Two tall figures walked on the stone steps one behind the other. Their eyes were filled with desolate white, and the silent atmosphere made people feel a little heavy in their hearts.

Ling Yu's footsteps passed through tombstones and stopped in front of a newly built tombstone. He stopped and stood without looking back at his friend.

Feng Yu's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and his eyes fell on the tombstone. The bright red font and the black and white photo of the deceased formed a strong and desolate contrast. The woman in the photo was smiling like a flower, looking at her quietly.

"The person you want to see is right here." Ling Yu uttered a sentence indifferently, then stopped talking and stood aside with his eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Yu stared at the photo and name on the tombstone. His breathing became a little heavier unconsciously. Even his walking steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift them up.

"You are really dead...how is this possible!" Feng Yu said to himself in front of the tombstone, his eyes still full of disbelief.

"No, I don't believe you died so easily! You have paid me less than one-tenth of what you owe me. Who allowed you to die? An Lan, you are so brave!" Feng Yu stared at the red eyes.

His eyes spoke cruel words, but his voice was trembling with disbelief.

He turned his head and stared at Ling Yu fiercely, and roared: "Didn't you say she has a 5% chance of surviving? Why is she lying here? Call her out immediately!"

Faced with his unreasonableness, Ling Yu chuckled, nodded and said: "Yes, I said there is a 5% chance of surviving. But the patient doesn't want to live at all, she has no will to survive. All of this,

Don’t you know why?”

This sentence made Feng Yu speechless for a while.

Why?

Of course he knows why!

Because An Lan has been tortured so much that he doesn’t want to live anymore!

Every day she lives in this world is an extremely painful torment for her. Only by dying can she truly be freed!

Therefore, she gave up the 5% chance of survival and lay quietly on the operating table waiting to die, even wearing a smile of relief before she died.

"No! Everyone has the right to die, but she can't! She hurt Feng Ning, and now Feng Ning is still lying on the hospital bed. She hasn't apologized to Feng Ning in person, how can she die!"
Chapter completed!