C2 (1/2)

Qing Shi Village, Han Yan's house.

Han Tianhe looked at his son who was heavily injured on the bed. His heart ached as he asked the doctor, ”Doctor, how is my son?”

The doctor sighed and said helplessly, ”Tianhe, Han Yan's injuries are too severe and her meridians have been broken. She also lost too much blood, so I'm afraid she won't make it. Even if she wakes up …”

Han Tianhe saw that the doctor had suddenly stopped speaking. He hurriedly grabbed the doctor's arm and asked anxiously, ”Doctor, what do you mean by this?”

The doctor hesitated for a moment before replying honestly, ”Even if your son wakes up, he will still be a cripple.”

Hearing the doctor's words, Han Tianhe's mind went blank, and his wife fainted on the spot.

The doctor picked up the medicine box and helplessly shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, he was afraid that Han Tianhe would not be able to accept this fact. He said to Han Tianhe, ”Tianhe, don't be too dejected. Perhaps a miracle will happen.”

After the doctor left, the room became quiet for a moment. Han Yan's extremely weak breathing, to Han Tianhe's ears, was as heavy as a boulder smashing into her heart. It was so painful that he wished he were dead.

Han Tianhe was already over 40 years old, and with only Han Yan as his son, his family would not be able to have another son. If anything happened to Han Yan, would his father still be alive?

Han Tianhe walked up to his wife. Just as he was about to help her onto the bed, she suddenly woke up.

When Wang Xiujuan woke up, she immediately looked towards the bed. Seeing her son's pale face, she broke into tears.

On the surface, Han Tianhe was strong. Although he didn't shed a tear, the pain in his heart was no less than that of his wife.

A moment later, Wang Xiujuan suddenly thought of something and ran over to her husband, saying anxiously, ”Tianhe, isn't your brother in Tianfeng City? ”Why not let him come over and see if there's any other way.”

Mentioning his big brother, Han Tianhe's eyes became hopeful, but soon after, it dimmed and sighed, ”It's not like you don't know his character. In his eyes, there is nothing but money. All these years, when he came here and ridiculed us for being poor, he never gave us anything. Even if we were to look for him, would he be able to help us? ”

Wang Xiujuan also knew that the possibility of the other party helping them was low, but she knew that if her son did not treat them, they would not be able to hold on for long. Gritting her teeth, she said, ”Tianhe, I've thought it through. Haven't we saved up money over the years to prepare for our son's wedding? Give all that money to Big Bro, I don't believe that he won't help us. ”

Han Tianhe stared blankly before saying, ”That money …”

Before he could finish his words, he made up his mind, ”You're right. If anything really happens to my son, what do you want the money for?”

He quickly took out the money from under the bed and ran out of the room with the umbrella in his hand.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened and it was still drizzling. The mountain path was impossible to walk on. If one was not careful, they would fall off the cliff.

Wang Xiujuan hurriedly stopped him, ”Tianhe, you can't go now.”

Han Tianhe had already made up his mind. He quickly raised his umbrella and said without looking back, ”I really can't be at ease with my son. No matter how dangerous the mountain road is, I will still go.” With that, he quickly ran out the door.

Wang Xiujuan's eyes were filled with tears as she watched her husband's departing figure and then looked at her son who was lying on the bed.

Han Yan was lying on the bed, her pale face was pale like a sheet of white paper. If she didn't have any breath left, most people would have suspected that he was dead.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. During these three days, Wang Xiujuan had been taking care of her son carefully, feeding him spoonfuls of chicken soup every day. However, not only did Han Yan's injuries not improve, they even became more serious.

In these three days, Han Yan lost a lot of weight. Normally, with his injuries, she should have died long ago, but Han Yan managed to survive with an extraordinary perseverance. Even though he was unconscious, he still believed in one thing: I can't die, I can't die.

It was precisely this belief that allowed him to persevere for so long. But how much longer could he hold on, no one knew, maybe one day, maybe three or five days.

Noon of the day, a carriage arrived in front of Han Yan's home. After the carriage stopped, Han Tianhe was the first to get off, followed by his elder brother Han Tianlong.

After three days of not seeing him, Han Tianhe's temples had already turned white. Even his jet-black hair had gained a large amount of silver threads.

Although he was only away for three days, in Han Tianhe's heart, three days was longer than three centuries.

After Han Tianlong walked out of the carriage and saw the dilapidated grass hut, he snorted disdainfully and said, ”Number two, it's been more than two years since we last met. Your home is still the same as always.”

Hearing this, Han Tianhe's face darkened, but after thinking of the reason he had invited him here, he swallowed his anger and said, ”Big Brother, quickly go in and see Yan'er! I don't think he'll be able to hold on much longer. ”

Han Tianlong waved his hand and gave him a look that he did not need to worry about. ”Let's go!” Let's go in and take a look. ”