Anyara held the spatula and watched the vegetables in the pot rattle, but she didn't want to move, I don't know why, she felt a little sad and faint, love and hate were intertwined.

"I can show you around." Yan Chenyu said with some hesitation: "Lest, you regret ......" He said very vaguely, but An Yaru still heard it, it seems that the situation does not seem to be very good, is it true that An Minhao can't survive this time? Does that mean that she Anya has no relatives since then?

I don't know why, I think of childhood events in my mind, Ahn Minhao always has a kind smile, pulls her around to play, and what he said to his mother: I will raise this child! If it weren't for Wang Liqing's provocation, would their father and daughter be very happy?

Tears flowed out unconsciously, and suddenly a sentence came to my mind, the son wants to raise but does not wait!

Anya neatly unbuttoned her apron, turned off the gas, turned around and went upstairs, changed into a set of thick clothes, and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

Zhao Yi was not in the car, Yan Chenyu personally drove her and took her to the hospital where An Minhao lived.

This is the most ordinary hospital in the imperial capital, the medical facilities are very poor, and the ward where An Minhao lives is actually the most ordinary four-person shared room, and the room is filled with the smell of disinfectant water, as well as the smell of messy food, and a strong body odor.

There were also two patients in the ward, one was an old man with gray hair, who seemed to have just undergone surgery, gasping for breath and occasionally spitting on the floor.

The other is a middle-aged man, and there is a middle-aged woman sitting next to him, and the two of them are eating fried rice and munching on green onions.

Ahn Min-ho's eyes were closed, his face was sallow, and his brow was furrowed, as if he was in pain.

There was a chubby woman sitting next to his bed, holding a bowl of cabbage soup in her hand, "Oh, you should take a sip, if you starve to death, how can I explain!" She had a Shandong accent.

Ahn Min-ho didn't speak, his eyes still tightly closed.

The woman pouted, "You think you're still the big boss, you hurry up and take a bite, you won't die of hunger." As he spoke, he actually took the bowl and wanted to forcibly send it to An Minhao's mouth.

"Stop!" Anyara rushed over and knocked the bowl off the woman's hand, "Shameless thing, who do you think you are!" ”

The woman looked at An Yaru for a moment, remembered Wang Liqing's words again, and asked, "Which green onion are you?" I've seen all of his family, and you're still nosy. Her meaning is very simple, she has seen An Minhao's family, of course, this An Yaru in front of her is not An Minhao's relatives at all.

Anya was red-eyed and glared angrily, "You'd better get out of here, otherwise, I'm not sure what else I'll do, you tell Wang Liqing that it's best to figure out what she is." ”

The woman saw Anya like Yan Chenyu with a cold face behind her, shrunk her neck, picked up her bag and left, and didn't forget to shake her head and sigh.

An Minhao looked at An Yaru and Yan Chenyu calmly, and waited for the woman to leave before slowly speaking, "I understand the kindness of the two." He looked at Anyara, and there was always something in the girl's eyes that seemed familiar to him.