If he had known that things would develop to this point, and if he could be given a chance to make a new choice, he would definitely choose Yan Xiaye over Yan Shuirou.

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

Amidst the violent tinnitus, Li Beicheng held his head and roared silently, punching the wall as if to vent his anger, leaving blood stains on the pink wall.

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

What frightened him the most was that if she really died...

Will he be able to forget her for the rest of his life?

At dusk on the fourth day, Yan Xiaye opened his eyes without warning.

Li Beicheng, who was standing guard in front of her bed, was stunned for a moment, looking at her without blinking. Then he suddenly reacted, fell down from the chair in embarrassment, and screamed the doctor's name.

During the whole process, Yan Xiaye's gaze remained calm and calm.

It seemed like she was looking at him, or looking at something else through him.

Li Beicheng never knew that he would be so at a loss. He straightened the shirt he had not changed in a few days with stiff movements, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yan Xiaye, you're awake."

Yan Xiaye tilted her head with empty eyes. The large hospital gown made her look particularly petite. The skin exposed outside the clothes was as white as jade, covered with criss-cross scars after abuse, which was enough to scare even the most ruthless person.

shock.

Li Beicheng's heart skipped a beat. He should have been overjoyed that Yan Xiaye was willing to wake up.

But now, facing Yan Xiaye who was like a walking corpse, he couldn't laugh at all.

Vaguely, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

With unspeakable anxiety and nervousness, Li Beicheng tried hard to attract Yan Xiaye's eyes. While closing the distance between them, he said in a very soft voice: "This is a hospital, you are safe."

"No, it hurts."

She spoke softly like she was dreaming, and screamed as soon as Li Beicheng tentatively approached. She picked up something on the bedside table and threw it at him, trembling hysterically: "Don't come here, give me medicine, give me medicine."

!”

A glass was smashed into pieces on Li Beicheng's forehead, and blood flowed down his forehead, successfully stopping him from getting closer.

Her frightened and crazy look, and the wound that reopened when she threw something at him, made Li Beicheng feel the most severe pain in his life.

He didn't know why this happened. The woman he loved most was probably Yan Shuirou, but seeing Yan Xiaye in such pain with his own eyes made his heart feel like a knife.

Amidst the continuous breaking sounds, doctors rushed in.

After confirming Yan Xiaye's reaction as quickly as possible, a nurse came in with a needle, suppressed Yan Xiaye's struggling limbs, and carefully inserted the needle into her muscle.

In the past, Yan Xiaye didn't like to cause trouble to others.

But now, everyone present seems to be her father-killing enemy. No matter who comes close, she will fight back with instinct, using her nails and teeth to desperately resist everyone's approach.

Li Beicheng stood there stiffly, letting the medical staff shuttle back and forth around him, unable to even move a finger.

Soon, the doctor came to the conclusion with a serious look: "Mr. Li, judging from Miss Yan's reaction, we believe that the unknown component detected in her blood test is probably some kind of banned drug that has not yet been circulated on the market.

.”

Li Beicheng had a lump in his throat, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Xiaye, who had finally regained his composure.

As if he didn't want to face the next answer, he hesitated several times: "What does this mean?"

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

Yan said that he had been responsible for similar cases in the past, and the patient finally couldn't bear the pain of addiction recovery and committed suicide in the ward."

Li Beicheng's hand hanging by his side trembled violently. When he raised it, he grabbed the doctor's collar and glared at him as if he wanted to eat someone: "You mean, Yan Xiaye can also commit suicide?"

The doctor was shocked and hurriedly denied: "No, I mean that Miss Yan has a strong personality. When she regains her consciousness, she may be able to survive this ordeal."

Li Beicheng let go dejectedly and angrily unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of his shirt, but it did not relieve the suffocating feeling of shortness of breath in his chest.

In the crowded ward, he heard his confused voice: "We can't wait for her to regain her consciousness, she has depression."

"this……"

When the doctor heard this, he took a deep breath, and suddenly lost some confidence in his ability to cure the disease and save lives.

After much hesitation, he once again suggested to Li Beicheng, who was tense and as if facing a formidable enemy: "Because the drug that caused Miss Yan's addiction is still unknown, and we don't know what effect general anti-addiction drugs can have. If you keep using tranquilizers to control her,

She, we will miss her reaction during the medication, which is very detrimental to the patient."

"The way she looks now...how do you want her to regain her consciousness?" Looking at Yan Xiaye, who was as quiet as dead on the hospital bed, letting the medical staff handle her, Li Beicheng really felt guilty and heartache.

If this was the punishment Yan Xiaye gave him, then she would undoubtedly have won a great victory.

"You are Miss Yan's husband. I still need your cooperation on this point." Seeing that Li Beicheng was no longer angry, the doctor carefully said what he meant: "It is very common in clinical practice to use intimate relationships to restore the patient's consciousness.

No matter whether Miss Yan responds to you or not, you can do something in front of her that will make her remember deeply."

"My intimate relationship with her?" As if he heard something funny, Li Beicheng raised his hand to press his throbbing forehead, his handsome face full of self-mockery: "She probably hates me very much, is this considered an intimate relationship?

"

The doctor was stunned and moved his lips in shock: "Well, love and hate are two manifestations of close relationships. There would be no hate without love. If the person Miss Yan hates the most is you, this can naturally be regarded as an intimate relationship.

"

It's just the kind with overwhelming negative energy...

This time, Li Beicheng did not answer immediately.

He clenched his fists vigorously, suppressed his inner emotions, and spoke as calmly as possible: "As long as she recovers, I will do everything I can."

…

The Yan family was the second to learn that Yan Xiaye woke up in the hospital.

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