The Divine Doctor Son of the Female Master

The pungent smell of disinfectant was accompanied by a cold wind.

Outside the large and high-end private ward, there were messy footsteps and deliberately low voices of conversation.

"Dean...Dean, how is my son?" A middle-aged woman with a gentle temperament and still charming manner pulled the dean's sleeve, tears swooping down her face, "He was fine before, how come he is no longer able to do it?"

The middle-aged woman's face was pale and she asked the dean anxiously in a trembling voice.

The dean looked solemn: "Mrs. Yan, Mr. Yan, we have done our best, please... accept my condolences!"

The dean spoke heavily to the man and the crying woman beside him.

At this time, the man next to him said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you say before that Yunqi could live to at least thirty years old? But he is only twenty years old this year, how could he suddenly......"

The man who spoke was Yan Yunqi's father.

This was a man over forty years old, with a sturdy figure and handsome appearance. His eyes were like cold stars, his chest was broad, and he had an aura of majesty that was unmatched by any man.

This was the first impression this man (the richest man in Country M) gave to the dean.

However, no matter how strong or powerful a person is.

When he heard that he was about to lose his son, his normally straight back was bent by this sudden blow.

"Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, you...you guys go in and take one last look! Young Master Yan may not have much time left."

“...Wuwu...Wuwu...Why...?” The uncomfortable and tiny crying voice came from the middle-aged woman just now, Yan Yunqi’s mother.

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The sound of dripping rain hurt my ears, outside the door there was suppressed and vague crying, outside the window it was raining heavily, and the rustling sound of the rain added a desperate silence to the ward.

Lying in the ward was a frail man in his twenties with a pale face.

I saw that the man was extremely handsome, with a face like a sculpture with distinct features and sharp angles. He had short hair, and the collar of his hospital gown was slightly open, revealing his delicate and white collarbone.

Yan Yunqi knew that his life had come to an end.

He has suffered from congenital heart disease since birth. When the disease attacks, his heart feels like it is being cut by a knife and the pain is unbearable. It is normal for him to lie in bed.

On a daily basis, I cannot have too much mood swings, I cannot do strenuous exercise, I cannot eat this or that. For the past twenty years, I have been bound by illness.

He often resigned himself to his fate and thought, how long will this boring and tedious life last...

At this moment, when I realized that my life had come to an end, I actually breathed a sigh of relief, "I am finally free!"

As he spoke, his skin, which had grown shiny white due to long periods of lack of sunlight due to illness, highlighted the torture brought on by the illness, and his lips, which were bitten tightly in pain, became even redder. There was no pain or despair on his face, but instead a gentle smile, and even his two thick eyebrows were rippling softly, curved like the bright crescent moon in the night sky.

At this time, the white door was gently pushed open from the outside, and two people walked in slowly. They were the father and mother.

The mother's eyes were red and swollen, with a few tears hanging on her eyelashes. The father who was walking behind her did not cry, but his tense nerves revealed his inner unrest.

“Yunqi, you… wuwuwu… why is this happening…” After the mother came in, she hugged her son, and the tears that had stopped falling started to fall again.

"Mom, please don't cry. Life and death are determined by fate. We have no say over it. Thank you for giving me this short life."

"......It's just that my life has come to an end early. This is actually a relief for me!" Yan Yunqi raised his hand and wanted to hug his mother back for the first and last time, but every movement was a huge torture.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he simply gave up, his expression calm and gentle, his voice soft and low, comforting.

"So, don't feel bad, okay?"

However, not only did his attempts to comfort his mother fail, but she, who had been sobbing softly, burst into tears and could not stop crying.

She looked helplessly at her father who had been silent since he entered the room, and greeted him with a smile, "Dad, persuade Mom to stop crying. It's not good for her health."

Yan Mozhou, Yan Yunqi's father, looked at his son who had always been gentle and sensible in front of him, with a comforting smile on his pale face. He was silent for a long time before he slowly nodded.

He knew that his son seemed gentle, but he was actually cold. His smile was actually a sign of alienation. Except for relaxing a little in front of his family, he never opened up to them.

Of course, this may be due to his illness.

But he also understood that his youngest son had been bound by his illness since birth, and the doctor asserted that he would not live long, so he had no opportunity, no energy, and no spare energy to make friends.

In this short life, only a small part of the time is spent concentrating and slowly doing things that interest you, and the rest of the time is spent in the hospital, fighting the disease.

He knew, knew the loneliness, solitude, and even torment in his youngest son's heart...

However, as parents, they could not give him any emotions other than family affection, and he had never felt friendship or love.

So, looking at his son's relieved expression at this moment, all the unrest and discomfort in his heart were suddenly relieved, "Yes! My son lives in such pain, but we are powerless. No one can bear the pain for him. Whatever, whatever..."

Looking at his father covering his face with his hands, he saw a tear flowing from between his father's fingers. Yan Yunqi looked at them with a silent smile, comforting them silently.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with great force, and it even bounced back because of excessive force.

A young man came in, about twenty-five or twenty-six. He had sharp brows and was very intimidating. His pair of black and white eyes seemed clear and without a trace of danger, but in fact, they gave people the ferocious danger of an African cheetah. He was wearing a restrained and luxurious black suit, which made him look elegant and steady.

If Yan Yunqi's handsomeness looks gentle and harmless, then this man is dangerous and domineering.

If people outside saw this, they would only praise him, "As expected of the eldest son of the Yan family," the one who became an adult at the age of 18, had no money, and started his own business with only his rebellious spirit. His current hegemony is second only to his father's business "God of War."

At this moment, his deep eyes looked anxiously at the people in the room. He strode in hurriedly, his face pale, and his voice trembling, "Mom, my little brother..."

"Yunshu, your brother, he is dying...My Yunqi is still so young..." After answering her eldest son's words, Yan's mother muttered to herself and kept calling her youngest son's name.

When Yan Yunshu heard the answer, his fists clenched white, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was silent for a long time. He said in a hoarse voice: "Yunqi, you..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Yunqi's gentle and weak voice, "Brother, I'm fine."

"I don't have much time left. Let me talk to you in the last moments! In the future... there will be no chance in the future. Don't be sad, okay?"

Yan Yunshu slowly sat down on the other side of the bed, holding his brother's bloodless and cold hand, and listened carefully to his slow words.