Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

"Okay." An Yu looked serious, only regretting that she didn't have pen and paper at hand, so she couldn't write down his instructions one by one. She listened carefully, for fear of missing anything.

Donald couldn't help laughing, and said very considerately: "If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime."

"Thank you." An Yu smiled gratefully. Donald had other things to do and was about to leave when she hesitated behind her, "Is it possible for his eyes to recover?"

Donald looked slightly startled, and sighed deeply: "Mr. Ke's eyeball hit a hard object, and the cornea was severely damaged. The only option is corneal transplantation. I have had two surgeries before, but both failed."

An Yu's heart was seized by the word "failure", and she unconsciously murmured: "...failed?"

"Yes." After all, she is a doctor who is used to seeing life and death, and Donald is calmer than her. "In addition to the fact that Mr. Ke's body is unique, which leads to too much rejection, the more important thing is that he is resisting everything in his heart, but As for where the specific knot is, I don't know, maybe it depends on you to dig out his heart, aren't you friends?"

Donald winked at her, just as a nurse called him, and he patted her on the shoulder and left.

An Yu stood where she was, the words he just said were still echoing in her ears, Ke Chenye's furious appearance appeared in front of her eyes, remembering that when he grabbed Donald's collar, his knuckles turned white and trembled imperceptibly, she stepped back After realizing it, I glimpsed his fragile corner.

He left without saying goodbye that morning and didn't contact her for three whole months, as if he had forgotten the promise made that night.

We met again at the competition venue. He walked towards her without squinting.

Could it be that something she didn't know happened in the days she didn't know?

The corners of An Yu's lips were tightly pursed, thinking that Ke Chenye hadn't had a drop of water yet, so she immediately went back to the apartment to cook.

Put the washed rice into the rice cooker, An Yu pressed the button, and made a call with his mobile phone: "It's me, An Yu, I want you to help me investigate something, Apartment 26, No. 302 Huai'an Road, before A burglar broke into a house and robbed him, you need to find out who instigated him."

"Cost is not an issue, but I want results, understand?"

"If you have any questions, you can call this number at any time."

After hanging up the phone, An Yu revealed a pensive expression.

The gangster, the lost manuscript, Chen Fei, there must be a thread connecting the two of them.

The man behind the scenes may be Ke's father, or it may be Yan Lan or other members of the Yan family. In short, everything must be investigated from the seemingly unattractive apartment.

There was the sound of the rice cooker running smoothly, and An Yu turned off the machine with a thought.

After a while, she came to the ward again, opened the door, and was immediately choked by a strong smell of smoke.

An Yu couldn't help coughing twice, and slapped his hands in front of his eyes, tearing apart a corner of the room completely enveloped in smoke.

Following the scarlet spot, she saw Ke Chenye sitting on the edge of the bed, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, casually puffing.

An Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was so angry that he was very good. Being blind didn't affect his smoking. Before she was here, he was always making up his body like this?
An Yu's expression was tense, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, he strode forward to snatch the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray, and said coldly: "Smoking is not good for your recovery."

"What's none of your business?" Ke Chenye said in a bad tone.

"Of course it has something to do with me." An Yu said calmly, "I am your nurse, and it is my responsibility to make you recover. Are you hungry after not eating for so long? I cooked some noodles."

She opened the food box, and a spicy and tangy smell hit her face. Ke Chenye's expression changed slightly, and he smelled a familiar aroma, which was very similar to the spicy beef noodles he and An Yu ordered at the noodle shop.

His throat moved slightly, and his thin lips were still pursed coldly and arrogantly: "You can't smoke, but you can eat spicy food?"

An Yu remained silent, as if she didn't hear the ridicule in his words.

She knew that he was blind and in a bad mood, and his depression was hard to get rid of. It was not a problem to keep suppressing it like this, and she always wanted to find a chance to vent it.

Smoking and drinking are too harmful, and she doesn't want to see him hurting her bloody appearance again. In comparison, eating spicy food is still acceptable to her.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ke Chenye frowned tightly, and the sound of footsteps passed by him, the faint fragrance was fleeting, and he was in a daze for a moment, when he heard her open the window, fresh air poured into the room, The air is thus cleansed.

"Eat quickly." An Yu said warmly.

Ke Chenye hesitated for a moment, but still groped for the chopsticks on the bedside table.

The smell was so much like the noodles in his memory, he had to confirm it with his taste buds.

After taking a sip, the familiar feeling exploded on the tip of his tongue. Ke Chenye was shocked and found An Yu's location precisely.

Even though she knew he couldn't see, An Yu still took a breath, as if she felt his cold gaze.

The atmosphere was tense, and a nurse pushed the door in: "Mr. Ke, how do you feel today—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the nurse frowned. She saw the ashtray and the remaining cigarette butts in the ashtray, and then saw the surface of the bowl Ke Chenye was holding was flushed. Her eyes were sharp, and she accused An Yu in English: " Are you a new nurse? How do you do things? Don’t you even have this common sense?”

"Mr. Ke, I suggest you change to another person—" Before finishing speaking, the bowl flew towards her in an arc in the air, and the splash of noodle soup on the nurse's clothes was particularly conspicuous.

Her face turned pale, and she rushed out of the door in fright.

"Mr. Ke..." An Yu looked helpless, how many times has he thrown a bowl today?His temper was indeed much stronger than before, and she seemed to see that young man with bruises and bruises again in a daze, with stubborn and clear eyes.

She stepped forward to clean up the mess on the ground, but there was a rush of footsteps behind her. Before An Yu could react, Ke Chenye pushed her to the sharp corner of the table.

A heart-piercing pain came from his waist, An Yu frowned in pain, his neck was suddenly grabbed by him forcefully, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Who told you to do this?" Ke Chenye's tone was cold and surly, and there was a chilling aura all over his body.

An Yu's eyes darkened, and she almost lost consciousness.

She subconsciously pinched his hand hard, and made a faint voice: "An... An Yu..."

The corners of Ke Chenye's eyes twitched heavily, he let go of his hand suddenly, and fell to the ground weakly, stroking his sore throat and coughing violently.

"An Yu?"

"Hmm." An Yu's eyes flickered and his voice was hoarse, "I heard about you before I came here. I wanted to take better care of you, so I went to Miss An and asked her to tell me a lot about you."