Mysterious city

"Although your current situation does not put you at great risk, it is not optimistic. You need to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time before we can make an accurate conclusion. Please cooperate with the treatment!"

The middle-aged attending physician wearing glasses said in an extremely serious tone. Although his words sounded a bit serious, they were by no means alarmist.

He didn't know who the young man in front of him had provoked, but he was obviously not a good guy. Otherwise, how could he be beaten like this?

If this kid is allowed to leave the hospital recklessly now, if something really goes wrong by then, who will bear the responsibility?

Therefore, it was impossible both emotionally and rationally for him to let Wang Yan leave without receiving treatment or being hospitalized.

"Yes, but."

After hearing what the attending physician said, Wang Yan stammered.

Of course he knows that his current physical condition is not optimistic. Is there anyone who knows his physical condition better than him?

Even a doctor, no matter how capable he is, may not know better than him. After all, Wang Yan knows that the heartbreaking pain in his body does not appear for no reason!

Of course he also understood what the doctor said. As a doctor, it is a good thing to be responsible for the patient's condition, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But the most important thing is that he has no money!

Doesn't Wang Yan want to be hospitalized and let his body recover more quickly and completely?

Of course he does, no one wants it more than he does!

But Wang Yan is also aware of his financial strength. With the few pitiful coins in his pocket, he may not be able to afford even a bottle of liquid, let alone hospitalization and observation for a period of time!

Wang Yan wanted to tell the attending doctor frankly why he didn't want to be hospitalized. After all, he had been used to it since he was poor since he was a child. In the past, Wang Yan would not have felt that there was anything difficult to say.

But you have to know one thing, the girl he likes is standing next to him!

If he just said so bluntly that he had no money and no treatment, it would make Wang Yan feel that he was too shameless.

After all, no matter how sensible a child of that age is, they don't want to embarrass themselves in front of the girl they like. This is human nature.

But even if Wang Yan didn't say anything, the doctors present knew that his financial situation was definitely not very good. This was easily seen from the boy's dress.

Although college students in that era were definitely not as fashionable in their clothes as they are now, Wang Yan's clothes were full of holes and patches. It wouldn't be hard for even a fool to tell that his family background was very ordinary, right?

That's why the middle-aged attending physician just asked Xia Yu if she was his girlfriend, so that he could temporarily pay some medical expenses for him so that they could start treatment in time to avoid delaying treatment and aggravating the young man's condition.

But Xia Yu's mind was so delicate that she could guess Wang Yan's situation even if Wang Yan stammered and couldn't speak.

After all, she had been classmates with Wang Yan for a year. She didn't dare to say that she knew everything about Wang Yan's family situation, but she still had a general understanding.

So before the attending doctor and Wang Yan could continue their conversation, Xia Yu said, "It's okay, doctor, I'll pay the bill right away. Please start treatment as soon as possible. Sorry for the trouble."

At this moment, the blush on Xia Yu's face seemed to have completely disappeared. It was obvious that the doctor's inquiry just now made her feel very embarrassed.

However, her tone was very firm and strong, without any hesitation.

"No, no, Xiaoyu, thank you, but -"

Although Wang Yan is indeed poor, he still has self-esteem, and it may even be stronger than that of ordinary people.

After all, how could he have come out of a poor mountainous area and reached this point without the support of a strong enough character?

So no matter what, Wang Yan would not let the girl he likes pay for his medical expenses, not to mention that Xia Yu could risk retaliation to stop Young Master Zhang and work hard to help him to the hospital. , which can be regarded as impeccable and benevolent.

However, the considerate Xia Yu seemed to know that Wang Yan would definitely reject her kindness, so she ran out without waiting for Wang Yan to speak, preparing to go downstairs to the payment office, leaving no chance for Wang Yan to refuse.

Seeing Xia Yu quickly disappearing from the door, Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he could only stutter and shout into the air: "Xiao, Xiaoyu, thank you, I, I will definitely return the money to you! "

At this point, Wang Yan understood that if he continued to resist, it would be a bit too ignorant, so he had to secretly make up his mind to wait for his injury to get better, and then quickly find some part-time job, and get Xia Yu out of the way as soon as possible. Make up for the money you paid in advance.

"Young man, you are so lucky. You are so lucky to have such a kind and sensible girlfriend!"

Xia Yu's actions undoubtedly solved their current predicament. The doctors all looked at Wang Yan and said with a smile, with a "we all understand" in their eyes.

Wang Yan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. This time he did not explain again.

At the same time, in the real world outside the illusion of empathy.

The pouring rain continued, but fortunately, although Jiang Zhe's body was still as motionless as a sculpture, he still maintained his standing posture.

Otherwise, let alone lying down, even if he is only half-squatting or half-kneeling, this guy's nose and mouth will be completely submerged in water. After all, the water depth is now as scary as an adult's waist.

Even if Jiang Zhe has spiritual protection and no matter how strong his physical body is, if he loses consciousness and is immersed in water for such a long time without being able to breathe, he will definitely suffocate to death.

For Jiang Zhe, who is in the illusion of empathy, he may have spent a long time in another life.

After all, he is only in his twenties now, and in the illusion of empathy, he has experienced most of Wang Yan's life experience in the previous twenty years, and the trend is still continuing.

But for the speed of time in the real world, this "long life" is just a blink of an eye. Not too long has passed since Jiang Zhe fell into the illusion of empathy.

In the heavy rain, a clear and sweet female voice sounded.

"Jiang Zhe, where did your kid die? This made me almost worried to death!"

"Damn Jiang Zhe, let me run around looking for you in this horrible weather. When I find you, I will cut you into pieces, otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart!"

Lin Zihan shouted in the rain with a face full of anxiety. Although her voice was very sweet and pleasant, she still sounded a little hoarse under the influence of that extremely anxious state.

This is not surprising, after all, Lin Zihan has shouted similar words with the same meaning countless times until now.

But except for the "plop" sound of the continuous rain curtain hitting the ground, there was no other sound to reply to Lin Zihan.

Although Jiang Zhe's hearing level is very amazing, Lin Zihan is actually far away from him. Coupled with the influence of the rain, it is impossible for Jiang Zhe to hear Lin Zihan's threatening call, let alone the one who is in the illusion of empathy. He has completely lost his sense of self.

After another anxious cry without any response, Lin Zihan's throat rolled slightly.

Even though there was "water vapor" everywhere, Lin Zihan still felt extremely dry after shouting countless times, and his vocal cords seemed to be in danger of tearing at any time.

She couldn't count how many times she called Jiang Zhe's name.

Big raindrops streaked down Lin Zihan's snow-white and delicate face, as if she was directly under the waterfall, but they still couldn't hide the anxious look on Lin Zihan's face, which was as beautiful as a Greek sculpture.

"Lin, Miss Lin, it's too dangerous for you to run around in this kind of weather. I think you should--"

Seeing Lin Zihan's anxious look, her bodyguard captain Ahu cautiously advised.

You know, Ahu's anxiety at this moment is no worse than Lin Zihan's, and is even more intense.

What is Miss Lin’s identity?

That was the orphan of the richest man in An City, the sole heir to the largest financial group in An City!

If anything happens to Miss Lin, let alone the danger, even if she just catches a bad cold when she returns home, he, Ahu, will be held responsible.

After all, as the "captain of the escort team", Ahu's only mission is to protect Lin Zihan's safety.

If something goes wrong with Miss Lin, then he is derelict in his duty. If he doesn't take responsibility, who else will take responsibility?

What's more, the rain in Anshi is now far beyond what the city can bear. If you run around in such horrible weather, it would be a miracle to escape unscathed, and encountering danger is normal.

After all, although Lin Zihan is tall and can definitely be considered outstanding among girls of the same age, she is still a frail young lady who has been pampered since she was a child!

This is a standard greenhouse flower. If Lin Zihan can't bear this title, among other things, then there will be no other person in Anshi who can!

After all, Lin Zihan is the largest second generation in Anshi, a standard super rich second generation.

The other so-called princes and rich people are nothing compared to the noble Miss Lin, and they belong to the level of "down-and-out refugees".

Even Young Master Zhang in the fantasy of empathy can only be regarded as an "ordinary child growing up in an ordinary family" at best compared to Lin Daqianjin, and his social status and wealth level are simply incomparable.

You know, the Lin Group is a real giant-level enterprise in Anshi, and it does big business through formal channels.