"Mrs. Ye." After the divorce, she couldn't call her "Mommy" anymore. Things had changed, and Cheng Anya felt a twinge of helplessness. She didn't blame Wen Nuan, especially when she saw her walking down the corridor with a bag of medicine in a daze. Her heart held no resentment at all.
She and Ye Fei Mo getting to today, everyone is responsible.
"Warm Warm, what a coincidence." Cheng Anya smiled kindly. Wen Wen felt a bit embarrassed, as if afraid of being misunderstood, she raised the medicine in her hand and explained a little too much, "I'm not feeling well, so I came to the hospital to get some medicine."
Cheng Anya nodded, indicating that she understood. Wen Nuan felt a little embarrassed, her face flushed red and aching. Now she even had to use such a ridiculous excuse to see Ye Feimo. Aside from sadness, she didn't feel anything else.
"You don't feel well, why not ask someone to accompany you Going to the hospital alone is dangerous. Where exactly are you feeling unwell" Cheng Anya asked knowingly.
He said warmly, "It's nothing, just a little fever. I took some medicine and went back."
Cheng Anya smiled and looked at Wen Nuan. She looked like a child who had done something wrong, obediently lowered her head, ashamed, not daring to look at her. Her fingers almost twisted the bag into a rope.
Thus hesitant, thus uneasy, thus guilty……so entangled.
Cheng Anya understood the warmth in her heart.
She didn't need to go all the way to the eleventh floor for a checkup, as her appointment was on the fourth floor. This floor only had a few wards, and to avoid disturbances and media attention, she had rented out the entire level, resulting in very little foot traffic.
Cheng Anya knew, Wen Nuann wanted to come and see Ye Fei Mo, but she was afraid to meet him.
"Madam Ye, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Wen warmly said while lowering his head, turning around and leaving without stopping, afraid that he couldn't help but ask about Ye Feimo, or that he would be too demanding to see Ye Feimo.
They divorced……
Fei Mo rushed into the ward this quickly, it was also her fault.
Cheng Anya whispered from behind, "Nuan Nuan, Fei Mo has surgery today."
Her body went stiff with a chill. What She was supposed to have surgery today, wasn't there still a few days left Her hands and feet felt weak. Was the surgery dangerous Could Non-Ink's cancer be controlled Would she... make it through this crisis
She seemed to have stayed here, accompanying him on this journey. She was truly afraid that she would never see Ye Fei Mo again...
But she dared not ask, afraid that Cheng Anyu would blame her.
As she was hesitating, the elevator doors on the 11th floor opened, and several men walked out. Leading the way was Ye Sanshao, followed by two men of similar height to him.
He looked about the same age as Ye Sanshao. A mature and refined man, he exuded an air of grace. His eyes held the warmth and depth that come with years of experience, and his smile was handsome and inviting, making one feel like they were bathed in spring sunshine. Every gesture he made carried a mature charm that rivaled even Ye Sanshao's.
Another man was breathtakingly handsome, well-maintained, and looked to be only in his early forties. His jet-black long hair was tied back with a ribbon, cascading smoothly to his waist. It was uncommon to see men with such long hair these days. Despite the length, he didn't appear effeminate at all. There was a pure kind of cleanliness about him, much like the elegant swordsman in ancient costume dramas— clad in white, with flowing hair and an air of detachment from worldly affairs.
He is truly beautiful, a beauty that transcends the mundane, soft yet strong, with a hardness within her softness.
Cheng Anyan smiled and greeted them, "Su Man, Bai Ye, it's been a long time. You both are still as radiant as ever."
She rarely spoke words of praise, yet when she saw them, she couldn't help but say so, expressing her affection and respect in a natural way, unchanged for decades...
Su Man had never been one for strong emotions. Compared to her younger self, she seemed less cold and more soft-spoken. Bai Ye smiled as always, his charisma still captivating. A few people exchanged pleasantries, their eyes filled with warmth and curiosity as they gazed at the two handsome men, speculating about who they might be.
Bai Ye glanced at Wen Nuan, "Non Mo's wife"
"To be precise, it's my ex-wife," Cheng Anya said with a smile. Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, Su Man also glanced at Wen Nuan with warmth, and Wen Nuan was even more ashamed, lowering her head and not daring to speak, ex-wife...
It's indeed my ex-wife.
Bai Ye smiled and said, “You look so well-behaved.”
The warmth was unbearable, he wished there was a crack he could squeeze into. "Let's go see Fei Mo first," Ye Sanshao said, "Jia Ming is waiting ahead."
Bai Ye nodded and followed Ye Sanshao, Su Man silently followed behind. Cheng Anya walked a few steps then turned back and said, "Nuannuan, the surgery will take a long time, I'm also bored, why don't you come sit with me If your body is fine."
"Good!" Wen Nuan said warmly, but immediately realized her tone was too eager, as if she had been waiting for Cheng Anya to say those words. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head again.
Cheng Anya smiled, nothing was wrong. Wen Nuan hurriedly followed her.
No matter what Cheng Anya's intentions were, he was truly happy that she stayed with him in the operating room.
At the very least, it can quickly let you know about non-ink situations.
Bai Ye, Su Man, and Liu Jiaming were in a meeting, studying the case of non-ink. Bai Ye had read through the medical records and reports before coming, so he had a general understanding. The hospital had also prepared the necessary equipment and medicine for the surgery. As for the rest, Bai Ye himself had made all the arrangements. Everything was ready, and they could perform the surgery at any time.
To ensure the surgery's success, Bai Ye spent two hours meticulously reviewing Ye Fei Mo's case file again. Medical reports often have omissions, so he personally examined Ye Fei Mo in detail and reviewed the data for greater accuracy.
When Ye Fei pushed into the operating room, Wen Nuan was less than a meter away from him. He was unconscious, wearing an oxygen mask, his face haggard and pale. She looked at him with heartache, but there was nothing she could do, she could only watch helplessly as he was pushed into the operating room.
Not ink, not ink, you must survive.
You must survive.
For heaven's sake, don't let anything go wrong.
If there truly is a curse, let it be upon me.
With a warm heart, Cheng Anyu prayed silently and asked Bai Ye, "Bai Ye, how are you Do you have confidence"
She was afraid too, for the first time since Hai Lan died.
Fear gripped her as Ye Fei Mo went under the operating table, fearing he might not come back alive.
Bai Ye smiled faintly, with a gentle confidence. "Originally there was only a 50% chance, now it's increased by 10%. Rest assured, I will do my best to return you a safe and healthy son."
Cheng Anya's heart did not ease because of this sentence, and she anxiously waited outside alone. down from the corner of her eye. Over time, it had faded to a pale pink and wasn't particularly unsightly. With the first terror organization's medical team's technology, this scar could have been re...