After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

Coincidentally.

The hospital had only one dose of the improved third-generation anesthetic left, which was to be used for his surgery.

It just so happens that Fei Siyu also needs it.

Therefore, Nian Nian misunderstood.

She came to question him without even knowing the facts, all because of Fei Siyu?

"Niannian..." Zhuo Yuchen moved his lips with difficulty, his heart aching so much that his low, hoarse voice seemed to tremble, "In your heart, am I that kind of person?"

"if not?"

Yan Niannian raised an eyebrow without any politeness.

Those three simple words dealt Zhuo Yuchen the heaviest blow of all.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhuo Yuchen coughed violently, his head down.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Each exchange of breaths aggravated the knife wound under his ribs.

The pain was sharp and piercing, penetrating to the very bone.

Zhuo Yuchen's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead drop by drop.

He moved his lips with difficulty, but couldn't utter a single word.

why?

Why does it hurt so much?

This knife wound was nothing to him.

And in my heart... it was also terribly cold.

“Zhuo Yuchen, you…”

Noticing Zhuo Yuchen's unease, Yan Niannian paused for a moment.

She instinctively reached out to check on Zhuo Yuchen's condition.

but……

Just as her fingertips were about to land on Zhuo Yuchen's shoulder, they stopped in mid-air.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

Yan Niannian pursed her lips.

Thinking about the awkward relationship between the two of them now, he realized that he had wronged her in the past, and now she was taking revenge on him in front of everyone.

It's best not to do anything "excessive".

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

After a while, Zhuo Yuchen's breathing finally stabilized.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly bloodshot. "Niannian, you want me to give up that anesthetic, don't you?"

"Yes!" Yan Niannian nodded without hesitation.

Zhuo Yuchen was slightly taken aback for a moment.

"Okay!" Nodding, Zhuo Yuchen lowered his eyes, concealing the extreme loneliness within them.

When he spoke again, his voice was incredibly hoarse, "You... come here."

He called out to the man in black standing in the distance.

"Mr. Zhuo, what are your orders?" The man in black walked over quickly, his expression respectful.

"Go find the attending physician and get that anesthetic."

"What?" The man in black was taken aback, and immediately panicked, "Mr. Zhuo, this can't be! You clearly..."

"shut up!"

The man in black wanted to say, "You clearly need that anesthetic too," but before he could finish speaking, Zhuo Yuchen interrupted him sharply.

He looked up at the man in black, his deep voice leaving no room for argument, "Carry out my orders."

"I……"

The man in black moved his lips with difficulty.

Unable to disobey Zhuo Yuchen, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask the attending physician for the anesthetic.

"Give it to Niannian!" Zhuo Yuchen instructed again.

The man in black hesitated.

Holding the anesthetic pill, he stood frozen in place.

If Yan Niannian really takes this medicine, what will their CEO Zhuo do?

"Hmm?" Zhuo Yuchen's face darkened, his cold gaze sweeping coldly over the man in black with a warning glint.

The man in black shuddered.

Now, he dared not hesitate any longer and quickly stepped forward to hand the anesthetic to Yan Niannian.

Holding the anesthetic, Yan Niannian breathed a sigh of relief.

She wanted to say "thank you" to Zhuo Yuchen.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

Zhuo Yuchen was being unreasonable and deliberately making things difficult for others, so it's only right that he hand over the anesthetic now.

Why thank him?

With that thought in mind, Yan Niannian turned and left.

But after walking a few steps, she stopped again and turned to glance at Zhuo Yuchen.

Zhuo Yuchen had his head down, so he couldn't see Zhuo Yuchen's face or his expression.

Yan Niannian couldn't help but frown.

For some reason, Zhuo Yuchen gave her an unusual feeling of loneliness, sadness, and a weakness that she had never seen before.

She actually felt sorry for him.

But the next moment, Yan Niannian was shocked by her own absurd idea.

ridiculous!

The other party is Zhuo Yuchen!

High above, I am the only one who matters.

He has always been the one to cause pain to others, so how could he possibly feel negative emotions like discomfort?

Thinking that Fei Siyu was waiting for surgery and couldn't be delayed, Yan Niannian stopped thinking about it.

She took the anesthetic, turned around, and left.

Only after Yan Niannian's figure had completely disappeared did Zhuo Yuchen dare to raise his head.

His eyes were red and bloodshot.

The contrast made the lip color appear even paler.

It was frighteningly white.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened.

The attending physician strode out, took off his mask, and revealed his anxious face.

"Mr. Zhuo, your injury under your ribs cannot be delayed; you must have surgery now."

"But we've run out of anesthesia..."

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and it seemed that Zhuo Yuchen would soon be wheeled into the operating room for surgery.

But who knows...

But then this unexpected turn of events occurred.

Zhuo Yuchen actually... actually gave away the anesthetic.

God!

He was caught off guard.

What to do now?

With the help of the man in black, Zhuo Yuchen managed to stand up.

His deep, complex gaze remained fixed on the direction where Yan Niannian's figure had just disappeared, and the pain of being abandoned surged up little by little.

My heart was filled with an unbearable bitterness.

Niannian... his Niannian didn't even try to understand why that improved third-generation anesthetic was in his hands.

Because Fei Siyu needed it, and so did he.

He is among the few highly sensitive individuals.

Ordinary anesthetics have little effect on him.

It has no effect.

And he was the pitiful wretch who was abandoned by Nian Nian...

"President Zhuo! President Zhuo!"

Zhuo Yuchen's condition worried everyone. After exchanging a glance with the man in black, the attending physician cautiously called out.

Coming to his senses, Zhuo Yuchen looked away.

"Let's proceed with the surgery!"

Then, he slowly walked into the operating room.

"what?"

The attending physician was taken aback.

His pupils dilated violently.

Mr. Zhuo... wants to have the surgery without anesthesia?

Thinking of this, the attending physician broke out in a cold sweat. Shocked, he didn't dare to delay and quickly followed him inside.

……

On the operating table.

The light from the incandescent bulb shone on his face, and Zhuo Yuchen subconsciously squinted.

He subconsciously glanced sideways.

Next came the excruciating pain of having my flesh cut open by a scalpel.

It started from the knife wound little by little, spreading rapidly throughout the body, much like a raging storm, determined to destroy the barrier built by reason.

"Ugh!" Zhuo Yuchen groaned in pain.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth.

Cold sweat rolled down his face, drop by drop.