The force was so strong that An Lan couldn't resist it. He staggered and hit the wall. His mind went blank. His ears were ringing and he couldn't hear what people were saying.

She held onto the wall to steady her body, her mind was too confused to react, and even her eyes were in darkness.

From Feng Yu's perspective, she was looking at him, with the corners of her bloodshot lips raised sarcastically, without saying a word.

Her attitude seemed to him to be full of provocation, and her vicious words were still lingering in his ears. Even the hand that slapped her felt burning pain, and upon closer inspection, it was still trembling slightly.

After Ling Yu came to his senses, he roared: "Feng Yu, are you crazy? You actually attacked a woman. She is your wife!"

Feng Yu stood there speechless. Ling Yu ran over to help An Lan and asked her how she was doing with concern.

At this time, An Lan's tinnitus subsided slightly. She glanced at Ling Yu blankly and subconsciously shook her head, indicating that it was okay.

But Ling Yu could see that she was in a bad state. He frowned and said, "You are too weak and need to rest."

An Lan responded in a low voice, and then she felt a burning pain on her face. She guessed that half of her face was swollen.

Feng Yu watched them pass by, his frown still tight, and he subconsciously grabbed An Lan's hand as he passed by.

An Lan paused for a moment, stopped and looked at him, and chuckled: "Why, didn't Mr. Feng fight enough? I still have this half!"

Feng Yu's hand holding her arm suddenly tightened, and he looked at her sharply. This woman could easily arouse his angry nerves.

Ling Yu looked full of disapproval and slightly nervous, and whispered: "An Lan..."

What he meant was not to anger Feng Yu.

An Lan accepted his love and said nothing, just lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Feng Yu's hand.

She once said before that she liked hands with long fingers and well-defined joints the most. Those were the hands of an artist.

Nowadays, it hurts even when the artist hits people with his hand, and he feels the pain even at the top of his heart!

An Lan lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, while Feng Yu looked at him. From his angle, he could see her red and swollen side face...

The delicate facial features and red and swollen face seem to be mocking his "poisonous hands".

In fact, he didn't even realize what he had done, the slap had already been waved out.

Like water thrown out, it cannot be taken back.

After An Lan called him back from his slightly distracted mind, he let go of his hand without speaking.

The nurse who had just informed that blood transfusion was urgently needed ran back and said hurriedly: "Sir, has the person you sent to donate blood arrived? It's still not enough, and the patient cannot be delayed!"

When the words came to his lips, Feng Yu turned around, pushed An Lan toward the nurse, and said, "She has rh-negative blood."

The nurse glanced at An Lan, whose face was so pale that he could be blown away by the wind, and said with a slightly troubled expression: "Sir, this young lady's physique is probably..."

I'm afraid I can't bear the blood draw, right?

Feng Yu glanced at her and said coldly: "Why are you still standing here?"

The nurse was so frightened by his sight that she shuddered and did not dare to say anything more.

An Lan, on the other hand, had a meaningless look on her face. She looked at Feng Yu indifferently and said with her lips: "If you want me to give you blood or donate a kidney, you can do it!"

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her, wondering why she suddenly changed her mind.

An Lan ignored their looks, looked at Feng Yu intently, and said slowly: "Sign the divorce agreement and let my brother go, even if you take my life!"

"Don't even think about it!" Feng Yu rejected it immediately without saying a word.

"Then I have nothing to say. The blood and kidneys are here. If you don't mind taking them from dead people, just take them!"

As An Lan said, a sharp dagger suddenly slipped out of her sleeve. She placed it against her heart and looked at Feng Yu indifferently.

Such a decisive approach made Feng Yu's brows tighten. He glared at An Lan and snorted coldly: "An Lan, you want to threaten me? Have you forgotten what I said? If you die, An Zhongjie will not survive!"

"Hehehe." An Lan laughed lowly, his eyes vaguely flashing with crystal water, but his expression was extremely cold, and asked: "An Zhongjie? From the beginning, you have threatened me with my brother's life and made me suffer. Despite humiliation and torture, I still dare not seek death. Death is too luxurious for me..."

Her eyes were far away, as if recalling the unbearable past, and then she came back to her senses and continued: "You always threaten me with An Zhongjie. But since I was released from prison, I haven't even seen him. I don't even know if he's still alive or...dead."

An Lan thought, she is so stupid!

She had never seen her eldest brother in person, but Feng Yu threatened her with it.

She was really tired and wanted to ignore it and just let them say whatever they said.

"If you want to see An Zhongjie, I can make it happen for you!"

After Feng Yu said a word, An Lan got into a car bound for an unknown destination. She huddled in a corner and looked out the window, but her mood was mixed.

Brother, I haven’t seen you for a few years. How are you?

Feng Yu sat on the other side, his cold face hidden in the darkness. He glanced at An Lan from the corner of his eyes and said nothing.

At the hospital, he had arranged for Mo Yan to find a few people with HR-negative blood to donate blood.

The reason why I took An Lan to see An Zhongjie was just to...
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