There is a kind of love called fulfillment

"Miss, please step aside." The nurse lifted her off Ji Weiyang's body, and the workers quickly carried him onto the ambulance on a stretcher.

The siren of the fire engine shook his eardrums, sending chills down his spine. Inside the car, Ji Weiyang laid on the bed, his face was covered with oxygen, and his various indicators were unstable. Zhan Yan sat by his side and held his hand tightly, his gaze locking onto his body.

It was only in front of the operating room that their hands were forced apart. Zhan Yan sat paralyzed on a bench, staring blankly at the surgical lamp above her head.

Zhan Yan felt that her vision became more and more blurry, she used the back of her hand to erase it, and her vision finally became clear, but the surgical lamp was still lit.