The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

An Yi's attack was swift and ruthless, leaving his opponent no chance to retaliate. His attacks were like a storm, instantly putting the man in black in a desperate situation.

"Not good..." Dongfang Wan'er had been paying close attention to the surrounding movements. When she noticed the situation on An Yi's side, a sense of unease immediately welled up in her heart. She immediately realized that the situation was out of control and rushed over without hesitation.

"Wan'er, be careful!..." Just then, a sharp arrow came flying from mid-air, its target Dongfang Wan'er.

Dongfang Wan'er keenly sensed the danger and suddenly dodged the arrow.

Ye Jiuchen followed closely behind Dongfang Wan'er, constantly wielding his long sword to knock down the arrows flying towards her.

Dongfang Wan'er hid behind a large tree, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

“Be careful…” However, despite her full concentration, she still couldn’t anticipate what would happen next.

An arrow flew like lightning, piercing straight into Ye Jiuchen's chest.

Ye Jiuchen's body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Master..." Upon seeing this, An Yi stopped entangled with the man in black and hurriedly rushed over.

"Master..." An Ye didn't even have time to worry about Qiu Qin at this moment, and rushed over as well.

"Retreat! Ye Jiuchen is dead..." Seeing that Ye Jiuchen had been shot with an arrow, and that the wound was fatal, the men in black were certain he was dead. They quickly signaled for their companions to retreat.

Soon, all the men in black retreated...

"Ye Jiuchen..." Dongfang Wan'er ran out from behind the tree, her heart suddenly aching terribly.

She looked at everything before her, tears blurring her vision. Ye Jiuchen lay on the ground, covered in blood, his face as pale as paper, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Dongfang Wan'er felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She rushed forward and hugged Ye Jiuchen tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"No, Ye Jiuchen, how can you leave me like this? We promised to face difficulties together, how can you abandon me alone?"

"Ye Jiuchen, don't die! Didn't you say you would protect me? You promised you would always be by my side!"

Dongfang Wan'er cried as she stroked Ye Jiuchen's face, hoping to wake him. However, Ye Jiuchen remained with his eyes tightly closed, showing no reaction.

"No, Ye Jiuchen can't just die like this! An Ye, quick, carry your master into the carriage!" Dongfang Wan'er wiped away her tears and said firmly.

An Ye quickly picked up Ye Jiuchen and carried him to the carriage, carefully placing him inside.

Dongfang Wan'er followed closely behind An Ye, boarded the carriage, sat beside Ye Jiuchen, held his hand tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"An Ye, you must guard the carriage and not let anyone disturb me..." Dongfang Wan'er said solemnly to An Ye.

An Ye nodded, indicating that she understood. Then, Dongfang Wan'er closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and composed herself.

"The only way is to get Ye Jiuchen into the laboratory inside the space..." Dongfang Wan'er muttered to herself.

She reached out a finger and gently checked Ye Jiuchen's breath, finding a faint pulse. This relieved her slightly, but she also realized that time was of the essence and she had to act quickly.

Dongfang Wan'er held Ye Jiuchen's hand tightly, silently chanting, "Open the space." With her thought, the two instantly disappeared from the carriage and entered the space.

"I can really come in..." Dongfang Wan'er could hardly believe her eyes, but she still chose to try, after all, this was her only chance. When she entered the laboratory, her heart was filled with surprise and hope.

Dongfang Wan'er acted swiftly, bringing Ye Jiuchen to the experimental table, then administering intravenous fluids and adrenaline to maintain his vital signs, and monitoring his heartbeat through an electrocardiogram to ensure it was normal.

"Fortunately, there is a spare heart in the laboratory. I wonder if its blood type matches Ye Jiuchen's..." Dongfang Wan'er said as she skillfully drew Ye Jiuchen's blood sample for testing.

"Great! Yes! Ye Jiuchen, you're lucky to have met me!" After the tests confirmed that Ye Jiuchen's blood type matched the spare heart, Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongfang Wan'er picked up the precious heart, set it aside, and prepared all the tools needed for the heart transplant surgery, such as scalpels and iodine.

Dongfang Wan'er took a deep breath, calmed herself, and began this crucial surgery. She knew time was of the essence; every second could determine Ye Jiuchen's life or death.

"First, we need to pull out the arrow stuck in Ye Jiuchen's heart..." Dongfang Wan'er carefully grasped the arrow, pulled hard with both hands, and the arrowhead was pulled out of Ye Jiuchen's chest.

"Pfft!..." The arrow was pulled out, and blood flowed freely...

Dongfang Wan'er immediately started a blood transfusion for Ye Jiuchen, using the largest possible setting, then administered anesthesia, and used a blood-sucking tube to automatically draw blood...

Once all preparations were complete, Dongfang Wan'er picked up a scalpel and cut open Ye Jiuchen's chest, layer by layer, two by two, ... many layers, until finally she opened his chest and saw his beating heart...

Dongfang Wan'er used a scalpel to cut through the various blood vessels and tendons connected to the heart. Her movements were swift, yet meticulous...

Finally, Ye Jiuchen's heart was removed...

"Beep, beep, beep!..."

The electrocardiogram (ECG) machine makes a sound.

"The heart must be transplanted within five minutes, otherwise, Ye Jiuchen is doomed..."

Dongfang Wan'er's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but she couldn't care less...

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, each second feeling exceptionally long. Dongfang Wan'er took a deep breath, concentrated all her energy, and began the heart transplant surgery.

She carefully placed the new heart into Ye Jiuchen's chest cavity, then quickly stitched up the severed blood vessels and tendons. Every movement needed to be precise and flawless.

Sweat streamed down her face, but she dared not be distracted by wiping it away. Time ticked by, her hands trembling slightly, yet she resolutely completed each step of the operation.

When the last thread was sewn in, Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief. However, this was not the end; there was still much follow-up care and observation to be done.

She prayed silently, hoping that Ye Jiuchen could pull through and recover. After all, he was one of the most important people in her life, and she couldn't let him leave like this.

Time seemed to stretch out, each minute feeling like an eternity. —The heart was successfully transplanted into Ye Jiuchen's body.