Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 134: Obsession

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Obsession

Ye Yan was still squatting where she was when she heard footsteps.

She was so familiar with him that she could tell he was coming just by that slight sound.

Ye Yan lifted her head, her eyes swollen and bloodshot beneath.

At this moment, her eyes looking at him had no warmth, only boundless hatred.

It was like a hand suddenly clenched around his heart, crushing it viciously, bursting his veins, and splattering his blood.

Fu Xingzhou had just finished drawing blood; his face was still pale, and his appearance didn’t look any better than Ye Yan’s.

"Are you satisfied now?" Ye Yan pointed to the red light of the emergency room. "Is this the outcome you wanted?"

Fu Xingzhou wanted to get closer, but her clear repulsion made him stay where he was.

"I’ve said, I would repay you with everything."

"Repay, if Ye Zhun dies, can you give him his life back?"

Just then, a nurse pushing a cart walked by; Ye Yan caught sight of a freshly sterilized scalpel in a steel box.

She suddenly rushed over, snatched the scalpel, the nurse screamed in fright, somewhat at a loss.

Ye Yan held the scalpel towards Fu Xingzhou, desperation and madness in her eyes.

If Xiao Zhun really didn’t make it through, she would never let the culprit in front of her off the hook.

Seeing her holding a knife against him, Fu Xingzhou suddenly strode forward and grabbed her wrist.

He held her hand and pressed the scalpel against his carotid artery. "Fine, if he really doesn’t make it, I’ll pay with my life."

Ye Yan stared at the man in front of her, familiar yet so foreign.

It was hard to imagine that they had once deeply cared for each other.

Faced with the bloody reality, in a choice of life for a life, the so-called love was utterly ruined.

In good times, they promised forever; in bad times, they turned against each other, each going their separate ways.

In the end, that was all there was!

His carotid artery was so clear, with blood cruelly flowing through it.

Just a thin layer of skin, hardly resistant to the sharp blade.

With just a little force, she could slice it open, making him bleed out right there.

Ye Yan’s hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

At that moment, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out.

Then, the doctor joyfully opened the door, announcing the greatest news for them, "The bleeding has stopped; the bleeding has stopped."

Ye Yan didn’t immediately rejoice, but stared intensely at Fu Xingzhou.

Suddenly, she raised her hand, the scalpel that had been at his throat plunged into his left chest.

Fu Xingzhou gave a muffled groan, sweat instantly covered his face.

But he didn’t move, even giving her a faint smile, "As long as it makes you feel better, stabbing a few more times doesn’t matter."

Ye Yan didn’t speak; she briskly removed the scalpel, and as she pulled the knife out, blood also sprayed out.

The bodyguards were anxious to step forward but were stopped by a gesture from Fu Xingzhou.

The blood instantly stained his white shirt, blooming there like a dazzling fire rose.

Ye Yan threw the knife on the floor and turned to run towards the operating room.

The bleeding had stopped, but the critical period had not passed; Ye Zhun was transferred to the ICU.

Ye Yan put on a sterile suit, staying outside the ICU.

The boy on the bed was filled with tubes, and even in a coma, his brows were still tightly furrowed.

It was unclear if it was from fear or enduring pain.

Ye Yan, looking through the glass, really wanted to touch his thin face, really wanted to tell him, "Sister is here, don’t be afraid."

No matter what happened, sister would always be with him.

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"Sir, let’s bandage it first," the bodyguard boldly stepped forward.

Fu Xingzhou’s wound was still bleeding profusely.

He had already drawn quite a bit of blood, and now his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, looking like he would collapse at any second.

He looked at the person in the intensive care unit, seemingly so close yet so far away.

And the unreachable distance was pushed by his own hands.

Several medical staff approached, but without Fu Xingzhou’s permission, they dared not get close.

On the marble floor, a pool of blood had already spread, looking shockingly frightening.

Ye Yan knew the human anatomy best, so her stab didn’t hit his vital organs, but it could make him bleed painfully.

If Ye Zhun really hadn’t been saved, would her stab have pierced directly into his heart?

Even if she had done so, he wouldn’t have blamed her. It was his just deserts, his fault entirely.

Thinking of this, Fu Xingzhou’s body suddenly swayed twice, and his vision went dark.

The bodyguard hurriedly rushed from behind, "Doctor, quick, doctor."

The doctors were already prepared.

And fortunately, there was still some of the previously donated blood left.

This stab hadn’t injured the vital organs; it looked terrifying but was only a flesh wound.

It missed his heart by mere millimeters.

The doctors all exclaimed how narrow the escape was and marveled at Mr. Fu’s luck.

Bandaging, suturing, transfusion, intravenous fluids—a series of procedures went by, and the patient’s vital signs finally stabilized.

After a long sleep, when he awoke again, sharp pain radiated from his chest.

Fu Xingzhou had also been through gunfire and bullets, especially during his time abroad when he personally put two important figures into prison and was retaliated against by the underworld.

The most severe instance, he took two bullets in his body.

Everyone thought he was a goner, but he survived like a pine surviving the winter.

It hurt then, but not like now, painfully heart-wrenching, as if even his soul was trembling.

Heartache, so this is what it feels like.

It was almost unbearable for someone as strong as him.

"Sir," the bodyguard saw that he had woken up and looked towards the door, "Mr. Tang is here, outside."

"Let him in."

Fu Xingzhou looked down; his chest was wrapped in gauze, with faint traces of blood still visible.

Tang Jingyao entered and was startled by his appearance.

"How come you’re injured?"

He sat down in the chair next to him. "Is the old man alright?"

"Yes." Fu Weijun had undergone kidney transplant surgery, and his damaged kidney had been removed.

Although he was still in intensive care, his vital signs were stable, posing no immediate danger.

"And Ye Zhun?"

Mentioning Ye Zhun, Fu Xingzhou’s eyes gradually dimmed, "He’s out of danger now, how did you find out?"

He hadn’t told Tang Jingyao about today’s surgery.

"I came with Meng Tian; she is currently with Dr. Ye," Tang Jingyao carefully looked at his friend on the hospital bed, "What are you planning to do next?"

This incident would undoubtedly cause a rift between Fu Xingzhou and Ye Yan.

As to how deep this rift was and whether it was reparable, perhaps only heaven knew.

"I don’t know." Fu Xingzhou’s chest began to hurt intensely again, causing his face to redden, "Let’s wait until Ye Zhun recovers, then I’ll find the world’s most renowned experts to cure his coagulation disorder and then find him a healthy kidney."

All this seemed quite distant, but it had become a new obsession for Fu Xingzhou.

It’s never too late to mend, even if the damage was already done.