Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 722 - 722 708 He must strive to live (1)_1

Chapter 722: 708, He must strive to live (1)_1 Chapter 722: 708, He must strive to live (1)_1 “Will you come to see me if I behave?” Chu Ruohan clung to her rag doll, beseechingly asking.

“Hmm.”

“Let’s go, miss.”

The nurse helped her onto the plane. Chu Ruohan kept looking back at Chu Yihen,

As the plane took off, Jiang Fan couldn’t hold back her tears.

“Hanhan, oh my Hanhan!”

Watching the airplane gradually turn into a small dot in the night sky and then disappear, Chu Yihen withdrew his gaze, speaking softly, “Mom, we should go back.”

From then on, Beijing would no longer have Chu Ruohan.

“Yihen, couldn’t you allow me to go abroad and stay with Ruohan?” Jiang Fan gripped his hand, pleadingly looking at him.

“Chu Ruohan was already killed in the fire at the mental hospital, Mom. This is the only chance for her to live a good life.” Chu Yihen stated with a heavy voice.

He knew that even if he did this, they would not be able to keep the secret from Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu for too long. But this was the only way, after all, she was his little sister.

Jiang Fan lowered her hand, choking down her sobs. “I understand.”

“It’s late, let’s head back.” Chu Yihen opened the car door, Jiang Fan walked over, got into the car, looking at Chu Yihen through her teary eyes.

“Yihen, it’s all Jian Qing’s fault that our family has become like this. Even if you snatch her back, I will still refuse to accept her.”

Chu Yihen’s grip on the car door tightened, his eyes downcast. “Mom, I know what I’m doing. As for Ruohan, we leave it as it is. Don’t bother confronting Jian Qing, or else I won’t be able to ensure Ruohan’s safety”.

Seeing the dark glint in his eyes, Jiang Fan was shocked, her gaze at him full of complexity, as if her son standing in front of her was a stranger.

“I need to go to the office. Head back and rest early. And remember, don’t try to contact Ruohan. If you don’t want her cover to be blown and have her dragged back, you better do as I say.”

After he finished speaking, Chu Yihen shut the car door and climbed into another car.

The engine started, and the dazzling blue sports car sped off, disappearing into the night.

Jiang Fan stared blankly in the direction where the car had been, large tears dropping onto the back of her hand.

“Drive!”

“Yes.” The driver responded, and stepped on the gas.

…

The tranquility of an island surrounded by tumultuous waves.

By the window, a man sat on a soft stool, his handsome face showing an abnormal paleness. Raising his hand to brush over his forehead, there was a hint of weariness in his eyes.

“Young Master, it’s time for your medicine.”

The footsteps behind him rang out, and the man rubbing his forehead paused.

“A’er, when will my brother be back?”

A’er stood to the side with a tray, respectfully answering, “Young Master, based on your elder brother’s itinerary, he should be back in two days.”

Shen Yan frowned, about to speak, he felt an itch in his throat and couldn’t help but cough a few times.

“Cough cough cough.”

He clutched at his chest, his face reddening from the force of his coughs, a look of distress on his face.

His disease was acting up again.

“Young Master, the medicine, quickly take your medication.” A’er’s normally expressionless face showed a hint of panic as he held the pill up to his mouth.

Shen Yan opened his mouth and swallowed the pill. Having been numbed by the medication, the bitter taste was now familiar to his taste buds. He took the water glass and slowly sipped.

After a while, the pain in his chest eased a bit. Shen Yan put down the glass, keeping his eyes half closed. Small beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.

“Young Master, how are you feeling, are you feeling better?” A’er asked.

Shen Yan waved his hand, “I’m not dead yet.”

He couldn’t die now, for Jian Qing and Jian Luo, he had to keep living on, at least until Jian Qing gives birth.

“A’er, go and call Dr. Kesen.”

A’er was hesitant, “Young Master, if Dr. Kesen comes here, and your older brother finds out, then…”

Dr. Kesen was specifically responsible for Shen Yan’s condition. If Shen Hua found out that Dr. Kesen came here, he would definitely become suspicious.

Since Shen Yan returned from R Country, the occurrence of his disease has been increasing, and he has been hiding his worsening condition from Shen Hua, afraid that he would break the previous agreement and harm Jian Qing and her brother.

“It’s no matter. I can handle my older brother.” Shen Yan softly said.

A’er glanced at him. “Understood. I will go immediately.”

The door closed, and Shen Yan slowly opened his eyes and gazed out the window. The pitch-black night sky felt oppressively suffocating.

He raised his hand to touch his chest. Through his clothes, his damaged heart was beating slowly: once, twice…

He scoffed to himself. All because of his heart.

His voice tinged with sorrow, Shen Yan muttered, “Awei, are you blaming me for being late back then?”

Had he woken up earlier that year, she wouldn’t have been in trouble. It was all his fault.

“Knock knock knock.”

The knocking sound at the door sounded, and A’er’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Young Master, Dr. Kesen has arrived.”

The door was pushed open, and A’er came in first, followed by an old man.

“Young Master!” Upon seeing the figure on the stool, the old man’s gaze held respect.

Shen Yan turned around, his gaze landing on the old man.

“Dr. Kesen!”

Still wearing the white lab coat, Dr. Kesen had clearly come directly from the research room. “Young Master, what was it that you needed from me?”

“Dr. Kesen, there are a few things I’d like to ask you.” Shen Yan spoke slowly. “Take a seat.”

Dr. Kesen nodded and sat down opposite him.

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“HaHa!” Shen Yan gave a faint smile, then gestured to A’er. “A’er!”

A’er understood and nodded, then walked out to guard the door.

Dr. Kesen glanced at A’er standing at the doorway, feeling somewhat uneasy.

“Dr. Kesen, isn’t it true that besides a heart transplant, there’s no treatment for my disease?” Shen Yan asked in a calm tone as if the person who needed a heart transplant was not himself.

“Um…Young Master, didn’t you already know about this?” Dr. Kesen was struggling to pick up Shen Yan’s line of thought and responded cautiously.

“So I only have a little over a year left, right?” Shen Yan asked.

Dr. Kesen said, “Given your current condition, Master. If we don’t find a suitable heart for a transplant soon, even with medication, you only have about a year left. Unless, we can develop a better drug within this time to stabilize your condition.”

Shen Yan slightly smirked, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

“Dr. Kesen, I heard that you recently developed a new drug that could suppress the disease at critical moments?”

Upon hearing this, Dr. Kesen lifted his head abruptly, the look of horror evident in his eyes. “Young Master, where did you hear that from? There’s no such new drug. Don’t listen to the rumors.”

“Dr. Kesen, I hope you remember that I am also one of the masters of this island.” Shen Yan lightened his touch on the stool, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.