The brightly lit villa, the depressed low pressure enveloped everyone's heads, and the servants were careful, for fear of angering the young master's brows. Maybe the man in the basement would be his own fate.

In the room, Feng Yu frowned slightly and looked at the doctor, "How is her condition?"

"The patient's physical fitness is poor, and he was stimulated and had a fever. Although the temperature has dropped now, it is very important to the middle of the night and there is no shortage of people. Once you find something wrong with her, you must notify me immediately."

"good."

Feng Yu said, looking at An Lan who was sleeping on the bed. She had an infusion tube tied in her hand, and there were several instruments next to her, making a slight noise.

His pale face was so transparent that it turned blue. He couldn't help but feel a little scared when he remembered that after she fainted just now, she was so angry that she seemed to be leaving at any time.

"Why did she suddenly become like that just now? It looked like..." He didn't say the rest of the words, and Dr. Chen understood.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Chen frowned slightly and said with a serious expression: "This patient's physical fitness is the worst I have ever seen. Not only is she in poor health, she can be said to have no will to live!"

"Survival is everyone's instinct. Even if they are terminally ill, people still want to live, but she has no idea of ​​living at all. She wants to give up her life. But at the last moment, she still did not give up. I think something is tying her."

The doctor paused and looked at Feng Yu and said, "Mr. Feng, the will to survive is very important to the patient, you must grasp it well. And according to her current situation, the patient can no longer withstand any stimulation. Don't mention any topics that will stimulate her. As long as you pass this level, you can slowly recuperate your subsequent physical problems."

"I see."

Feng Yu responded, nodded and asked the servant to take Dr. Chen down to rest first.

And he was standing by An Lan's bed and looking at her quietly.

An Lan in the sleeping state looks like a fragile porcelain doll, delicate but fragile.

If you do not take good care of and love, you may fall into pieces in the next second and you will never be able to get it glued and repaired again.

There were still tears on her face, and her crying and sad look wandering in his mind...

When Feng Yu thought of the child who was not destined to be, his heart also ached faintly.

That was his first child with An Lan, but he hadn't even seen the direct eyes before, so he handed over the child to Mailinlin for handling.

Thinking of this, his slender fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes—

Mailinlin!

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

Mo Yan opened the door and walked to Feng Yu and whispered: "President, I have something to report to you alone."

As he said that, he glanced at An Lan, obviously this incident might have an impact on her.

Feng Yu nodded, stood up and tucked the quilt, and the two left the room and came to the end of the corridor.

Mo Yan looked serious and handed the information in his hand to Feng Yu, lowered his voice and said, "President, I found out about another Miss An."

Feng Yu was flipping through the information while listening to Mo Yan's report.

An Lan's face suddenly jumped into the page that opened, but when you look closely, you can find the difference.

An Lan's temperament is elegant and quiet, and his every move exudes a natural and elegant charm.

Although the woman in the photo has the same face as her, her temperament is different.

The woman in the photo is very beautiful, but there is a bit of dusty atmosphere between her eyebrows.

Especially those eyes are not as clear and bright as An Lan, but are somewhat artificial and seductive.
Chapter completed!