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Chi Ruiche felt as if his legs were made of lead. He coughed lightly and leaned against the railing in the corridor, panting.

"Boss, something's not right about you."

Abu looked at it more and more strangely, and mustered up his courage to grasp Chi Ruiche's hand. The hand was unusually hot. "You don't have a cold, do you?"

Chi Ruiche didn't have the strength to push him away. His head was getting increasingly dizzy, and a chill ran through his body. He had felt weak and tired in the morning, but now, with his body being scorched by flames, his breathing became even more rapid.

"Boss, do you really think you're made of iron?"

Abu walked faster and faster, went to the nurses' station and found a nurse. When the nurse arrived, Chi Ruiche slid down and sat on the ground, one leg straight and the other bent, his head hanging down and resting on his knee, his heavy breathing rising and falling.

The nurses and Abu lifted him onto a mobile hospital bed, took his temperature with a forehead thermometer, and hurriedly called Director Hu.

The noise in the corridor interrupted Jiang Yi's thoughts. "Is something happening outside?"

"I gonna go see."

Lu Haotian bent down to tuck the blanket around Jiang Yi, opened the door, and saw Chi Ruiche lying on the hospital bed, being pushed around by medical staff. Abu had an anxious look on his face.

"What did you see?"

"It's nothing, the medical staff were just making a bit of noise pushing the cart."

Lu Haotian smiled calmly and added, "I guess we'll have to go to the emergency room."

"Xiao Yi, you're too tired."

"It's getting late, Second Brother, you should head back soon too. Abu's gone out the door and he's already gone; he's probably already run away."

Jiang Yi yawned, feeling a little sleepy. Was it because she had eaten too much?

Lu Haotian smiled as she looked at him, her eyes always filled with gentleness and brightness.

"Sleep well, little lazybones. I'll stay with you today. Yang-ge has something to do, and we can't leave you alone with us."

"That's too much trouble."

Jiang Yi avoided his gaze, lowered her head and stroked the bracelet, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She stopped thinking, shrank into the quilt and fell asleep.

"Go to sleep."

As Jiang Yi fell asleep, Lü Haotian's gaze slid from her forehead to her lips. He reached out and touched her lips, savoring the warm and soft touch of her small, red lips.

He placed his fingers on his lips, savoring her taste, his dark eyes burning with intense passion.

"Yi Yi, you're in a lot of pain right now. Li Yue has come looking for you again." Lu Haotian's pleasant voice suddenly rang out in a sinister tone.

Jiang Yi'an lay on the hospital bed, her face covered in cold sweat, her brows furrowed, her hands unconsciously clenching the blanket, muttering to herself.

"Yi-yi, you are in a lot of pain."

"Are you scared and don't know what to do?"

In Jiang Yi's dream

Li Yue smiled at her, but his shirt was not stained with blood. Suddenly, she saw a dagger in her hand. When she looked up, Li Yue was lying in a pool of blood, his body convulsing violently.

Jiang Yi took a few steps back, and the dying Li Yue slowly crawled towards him. Blood on the ground, like a dark shadow, swept from her feet and covered her entire body. Li Yue's pale hand pulled at her, making her unable to move.

"Go away, no."

Jiang on the bed kept shaking her head, as if she could drive him away that way.

"You've run into a pure land."

The sound of "tick-tock" echoed in his dream, overlapping with the sound of a clock in reality, and Li Yue slowly faded away.

In a dizzying moment, Jiang Yi stood on the balcony, with a gap between the two buildings and a constant stream of cars below.

Her shadow was reflected in the blue sky and white clouds, and the blood-stained shirt she wore was now spotless.

Under the blinding sunlight, there was a person opposite, his face blurred by the halo of light, who simply reached out his hand to Jiang Yi, his voice soft and enchanting, "Come here."

Jiang Yi in the room slowly relaxed, but she didn't seem to be waking up. The fine sweat on her forehead betrayed her unease.

Lu Haotian raised his hand to check the time, gently wiped Jiang Yi's forehead, and his tone was no longer sinister but as gentle as ever.

"Go to sleep now, sweet dreams."