This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

It is said that when a person is on their deathbed, the last thing they lose is their hearing.

The farewells of dear friends, the cries of loved ones, the unfinished words of a lover...

This is a little-known fact that Fu Qianchuan told Wen Yao.

Wen Yao naively asked him if the person in the hospital bed would also feel sad if she cried too loudly.

Fu Qianchuan: "Perhaps. If... if that day really comes, and I go before you, don't be sad."

Wen Yao: "I'm not sad at all, I won't wrong myself. When the time comes, I'll definitely find another old man to dance with in the square!"

"That's good." Fu Qianchuan smiled, his eyes full of tenderness and indulgence.

Who would have thought that her words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Medical staff are doing their best to save him.

Wen Yao's eyes were sore and sore, but she forced herself not to cry.

“Fu Qianchuan, you liar! You promised to take me skydiving, to feed the penguins, to see the aurora… You haven’t done any of the things you promised, you can’t… you can’t just fall asleep like this.”

“I gave you my amulet, but it didn’t work? It’s okay, wake up quickly, and we’ll go and ask for another one together… I don’t ask for anything—marriage, wealth, or academic success—I only ask for your safety.”

"I don't hate you, never... You proposed too quickly, and I was caught off guard, which is why I impulsively broke up with you... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Don't sleep, I still have so much to tell you..."

"Actually, I have always, always liked you."

Separated by a pane of glass in the intensive care unit, Fu Qianchuan remained motionless on his hospital bed.

Wen Yao completely broke down and covered her face with her hands.

"Yao-mei... if you want to cry, then cry."

Yun Xing's eyes reddened. She hadn't expected that Wen Yao would go to such lengths to come to Paradise Island just to see Fu Qianchuan.

What I never expected was that Fu Qianchuan was so badly injured; this meeting might be the last...

"The doctors haven't given up on saving him; there's still hope! We must trust the doctors' professional skills, and even more so, we must trust Uncle Fu's will to live!"

Yunyue patted Wen Yao's shoulder, feeling heartbroken.

She spoke calmly, but there was a hidden sense of sorrow and despair in her heart.

Why is it that just when Yao Mei learned of his feelings, Fu Qianchuan was on the verge of death?

Fate shouldn't have been so cruel to them.

The viewers in the live stream were completely stunned!

Although the situation in the ward was not captured on film, it is not difficult to infer the current predicament from Yun Xing and Yun Yue's conversation.

[Holy crap? What's going on with Uncle Fu??]

[No! My Chuanyao couple absolutely cannot have a tragic ending! Uncle Fu, please don't!]

[Oh my god, Mei Bao actually confessed to Uncle Fu! Did Uncle Fu hear her? This is so heartbreaking!]

[Oh God, can I watch a 30-second ad to bring Uncle Fu back to life?]

[Revive Fu Qianchuan by deducting 1]

【1111】

...

"Miss Wen." Ji Mingze, with an unshaven beard and looking much more haggard, handed Wen Yao a delicate little brocade pouch. "This should be yours."

Wen Yao took it in a daze.

This is a good luck charm she gave to Fu Qianchuan before.

Her fingertips brushed against the smooth satin fabric, which was stained with specks of blood.

“When we found our captain on the beach, his injuries were too severe; he had lost both his gun and dagger, but he was still clutching this in his hand…” Ji Mingze’s eyes were filled with sorrow, and this grown man choked up at this moment, “If anything were to happen to him today, please keep it as a memento…”

Wen Yao could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

A soldier, so badly wounded that he lost his most important weapon, his gun, still clutched the amulet she gave him as a precious treasure.

Fu Qianchuan...

No wonder you're a fool who can't be a good conman.

Wen Yao opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

People may temporarily lose their voice when they are in a state of extreme grief.

"It's alright, it's alright, he'll be alright," Yunyue comforted, taking out a notepad and pen she always carried with her. "Write down anything you want to say."

Wen Yao held the pen in her left hand, but her hand trembled uncontrollably.

【Oh no, I can't take it anymore! When has my little sister ever been so disheveled?】

[I'm so heartbroken. Our little sister is like a female eagle, and almost every time she sheds tears, it's related to Uncle Fu.]

[I can't believe Uncle Fu is really gone, what will my little sister do... God! That's enough! Please stop sending me these angst!]

...

It took Wen Yao a long time to write those few words, and her handwriting was crooked and messy.

Did he leave any message?

Ji Mingze smiled bitterly: "He only woke up once, and for only a few dozen seconds. He had neither the strength nor the time to say anything."

“But we all write our wills before we go on a mission. The captain probably wrote one too.”

The words "suicide note" were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at Wen Yao.

His already riddled heart was now even more mangled and bloody.

Her face was pale and her eyes were unfocused.

She was awakened by the urgent voices of the medical staff:

"Good news! The patient has been saved!"

Everyone in the corridor was taken aback.

"But the blood bank is running low. Do you have a blood type that matches the patient's?"

Ji Mingze was initially delighted, but then his joy turned to anger.

"boom."

He slammed his fist on the wall, startling Yunxing, who was closest to him.

"I... I have type O blood, I can donate blood!" Yunxing weakly raised her hand.

Ji Mingze tensed his jaw and gritted his teeth: "The captain has a rare blood type."

Everyone in the corridor fell silent.

Director Cui and Director Cheng in the dispatch room also looked ashen-faced.

They had looked at the guests' information and found that Fu Qianchuan's blood type was too rare; even Fu Wanzhou was not a match for him.

If it were a common blood type, the production team might be able to leverage their influence to recruit volunteers as quickly as possible.

However... Fu Qianchuan has a rare blood type.

In the dead silence, only the sound of writing on paper could be heard:

[We have the same blood type, I'll donate blood to him right now!]

"Great! Come with me!"

Ji Mingze stared in surprise at Wen Yao's retreating figure.

Yunxing said worriedly, "But how much can Yaomei donate by herself..."

Yunyue didn't know the answer to this question either.

...

Wen Yao hates donating blood.

This was her first time donating blood. She only intended to donate 200cc, but due to a staff error, she donated 400cc.

After donating blood, Wen Yao lay in bed for two days before recovering.

She joined a group for people with rare blood types and occasionally offered help to members in need.

But she still hated the feeling of warm blood flowing out of her body.

But now, she has never looked forward to it like this before.

Hopefully, her blood can save a life.

My vision blurred in waves, and I felt dizzy all over.

When medical staff inquired about her condition, Wen Yao surprisingly lied:

I'm fine.

Swah——

The note was taken away. Wen Yao looked up and met Gu Yan's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You'd risk your life for a scumbag?"

“Take mine! My blood type is the same as that old dog’s.”