I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

Because she needs to have a fasting blood test the next day, Shen Yan cannot eat anything this afternoon.

By the time Shen Yan finished her follow-up appointment and was assigned a hospital bed, it was already 7:30 p.m.

Yang Huiyun had originally planned to reopen her stall this afternoon, but it was delayed. However, she didn't mind, since Shen Yan's surgery was the most important thing.

She went out and bought some food for herself and Xie Yan, but she was too embarrassed to eat in front of Shen Yan, since he was hungry and couldn't eat anything.

So the two of them sat in the hallway and ate their hand-pulled pancakes one bite at a time.

After finishing her meal, Yang Huiyun patted her pocket and then frowned. "Oh no, do you have Shen Yan's ID card?"

They arrived at 5 p.m. in the afternoon, and were in a rush to register because they were afraid the doctor would be off work. They were so busy that they couldn't remember where they had put Shen Yan's ID card.

It would be a real problem if it got lost.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan immediately searched herself, but she only had two pockets and nothing was there.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Xie Yan abruptly stood up and ran to the door of the ward to look inside.

There were three beds in the ward. One was empty, an uncle with a broken arm was at the door, the middle one was empty, and the one furthest inside was Shen Yan.

He sat leaning against the headboard, his face appearing even whiter against the white sheets and blankets.

His eyes were casually lowered as he looked at the ID card in his hand.

Xie Yan sighed helplessly.

Shen Yan must have seen the name on the ID card.

Although he was illiterate, he could still recognize basic shapes.

She had just told the villain that her name was "Yan" this morning, and now that he's looking at her ID card, doesn't that mean he knows everything about her?

Xie Yan walked over, bracing herself for a moment as she tried to figure out how to explain things to the minor villain.

But Shen Yan didn't ask anything.

He glanced at the person who came in, handed over his ID card, and looked up to ask, "Are you going home?"

Her voice was soft and cool, as always, without any fluctuation.

In those dark eyes, Xie Yan saw her own reflection.

She took the ID card, pursed her lips, and said, "Okay, I'll be back in a bit. Will you be able to manage here by yourself tonight?"

For some reason, Shen Yan's eyes flickered towards the door for a moment.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and gave a very faint "hmm".

He's been locked under the dining table for years and has even spent a few days in a dark room, so there's no reason for him to be afraid of being alone in a hospital room.

The ward was quiet and clean, and although the bed wasn't exactly soft, it was definitely comfortable for him.

There's nothing that can't be done.

After a while, Yang Huiyun gave a few more words of advice, saying that she would come over early the next morning and that Shen Yan should not be afraid, before leaving.

There was no sound of speaking; the only sound in the air was breathing.

The man on the hospital bed by the door had an IV drip attached to him and didn't seem interested in talking to the children; he was engrossed in playing on his phone.

The incandescent light was blindingly bright, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant.

Shen Yan lay on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, her face mostly buried in the blankets, her little hands trembling slightly uncontrollably.

It seems like they're afraid of something.

His eyelashes trembled nervously.

Go to sleep, or you won't be able to see it anymore.

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The second day's checkup went smoothly, and there were no problems in any aspect.

I'm just waiting to have the surgery on Monday.

Yang Huiyun postponed setting up her stall for a few more days, deciding to focus on taking good care of Shen Yan after his surgery.

If you calculate it, she has already lost about a thousand yuan in earnings since she stopped setting up her stall, but she feels that since others have already contributed money, it seems unreasonable for her not to put in some effort.

So I gritted my teeth and decided on it.

Unfortunately, Xie Yan had to go to school on Monday and couldn't accompany Shen Yan to her surgery.

The temperature was low, and the hospital corridor was a bit cold.

Shen Yan lay on the hospital bed, only able to see the pale green ceiling of the corridor and the worried expression on Yang Huiyun's face.

Her pale face was devoid of any color, as fragile as paper.

He lowered his eyes to look behind Yang Huiyun.

Only other patients wearing hospital gowns were walking back and forth not far away.

As if she knew who he was looking for, Yang Huiyun reached out and touched his face. "Your sister went to school today. Auntie is here with you. Don't be afraid."

“…” Shen Yan’s throat moved slightly, and he uttered an “oh”.

Perhaps due to nervousness or fear, Shen Yan's skin felt icy to the touch.

"It's okay, it won't hurt. I'll have my sister come see you when you wake up," Yang Huiyun comforted her.

"Ah."

The nurse wheeled the person into the operating room and closed the door.

The cold, metallic door blocking her view made Yang Huiyun feel a little nervous.

Actually, this is just a calf surgery, which shouldn't be dangerous.

However, the current situation reminded Yang Huiyun of the scene when she performed heart surgery on Xie Yan.

She had always been an atheist, but at that moment outside the operating room, she only hoped that gods and Buddhas would protect her and ensure that her Yan Yan would come out of the operating room alive and sound.

Fortunately, Buddha was merciful.

So that they can have the peaceful and happy life they have now.

After a while, she sent a text message to Xie Yan.

The other end.

A week later, Xie Yan and Zhou Panpan finally returned to school.

Almost the instant she stepped into the classroom, Xie Yan felt the laser-like stares from her classmates.

Before she could even reach her seat, her gossipy classmates immediately crowded around her, bombarding her with questions.

"Xie Yan, you're finally here!! Did you really go to that pervert's house? What does that pervert look like??"

"Is he scary? Is he bald and tattooed?"

"What's it like inside the police station? I heard you even went there to give a statement?"

"Oh dear, that's not called a confession, it should be called a written record! How can you not know that!"

"I heard Xie Yan rescued several children from a pervert's house, is that true?"

...It's getting more and more outrageous.

The voices of her classmates around her were like chirping, hungry baby birds that had just hatched; each one was full of energy and curiosity, and Xie Yan couldn't answer them all, even if she wanted to.

Fortunately, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom in time and rescued Xie Yan, who was then able to return to her seat.

She put her schoolbag on the table and saw Zhou Panpan already sitting in her seat, covering her mouth and laughing.

"When I first arrived this morning, they surrounded me and asked me a lot of questions. I knew you were one of them, hehe."

Even though the homeroom teacher was already standing on the podium, many students still stubbornly turned around to look back, even though they were seated at the back.

Xie Yan was dressed in a school uniform, her ponytail tied high, her small face clean and cute, looking like a good student. She pulled out a chair and sat down without any ripples in her expression.

"By the way, Yan Yan, is Auntie setting up her stall today? I haven't had Auntie's spicy kimchi stir-fried rice cakes in ages, I'm so craving them!"

That's true. Recently, Yang Huiyun hasn't been setting up her stall, and not only Zhou Panpan is craving it, but all the students at school are also craving it. Every day after school, when they rush out the door and see that there's no fried rice cake, everyone inevitably feels disappointed.

The girl at the front desk obviously heard Zhou Panpan's words and secretly turned her head to wink at Xie Yan, "Me too, me too, is Auntie selling fried rice cakes today?"

Xie Yan shook her head amidst the expectant looks from the two people.

Shen Yan is having surgery today, and Yang Huiyun is at the hospital with him, but she won't have time for the next few days.

Mentioning this, Xie Yan couldn't help but ask the system: "How's Shen Yan doing?"

When she accompanied Shen Yan to her check-up yesterday, Shen Yan was well-behaved, but she seemed a bit listless.

When she left last night, Shen Yan sat on the hospital bed to see her. She was a tiny little thing sitting there all by herself, with a thick cast on her leg, looking at her with pleading eyes, looking incredibly lonely and pitiful.