Emperor Shao chased his wife crazy

Seemingly dissatisfied with An Yu's slow reaction, Ke Chenye manipulated the wheelchair by himself.

Afraid of being run over by the wheels, several people quickly backed away.

"Be careful!" An Yu stepped forward, and pushed the wheelchair away under the jealous and envious eyes of several people.

The corners of her lips raised slightly involuntarily, and her tone was brisk: "Mr. Ke, you have a very good foundation, as long as you tidy up a little, you will be very eye-catching. The operation will be successful, you have to cheer up."

It's just that she should have left by then...

A trace of melancholy shrouded An Yu's face, he pulled himself together and brought him to a place.

The sound of the waves in the ear, the high-pitched and shrill sound of seagulls gliding in the sky, and the salty sea breeze blowing on the face are very comfortable, which makes people feel at ease.

Ke Chenye felt the sea quietly, his nerves were rarely soothed and relaxed.

He was facing the direction of the sea, but An Yu was looking at him.

The long hair was blown to the front of the eyes, and An Yu pinned it behind the ears, and suddenly had the inspiration for men's suits.

She was short of breath, but it was a pity that she didn't bring a pen and paper, otherwise she could draw it here.

A check was suddenly stretched out in front of her, An Yu looked down, it was a bad check.

"Mr. Ke." An Yu looked up at Ke Chenye, his eyes were slightly cold, "What do you mean?"

Ke Chenye looked calm: "This is your salary as a nurse, and you don't have to come from tomorrow."

An Yu's expression was astonished, and his eyes flickered: "This is too sudden, did I do something wrong?"

Ke Chenye smiled lightly: "Are you still going to play dumb? An Yu."

An Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly pulled the corner of his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

Even if he's blind, he's still sharp.

No, he couldn't see it, and he didn't have any evidence to prove that she was An Yu. Maybe he was cheating on her?

An Yu calmed down slightly, took the check and tore it to pieces. The wind immediately carried it to the surface of the sea, rising and falling with the tide, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I did meet Miss An, but I'm not her."

Ke Chenye said indifferently: "Deceive yourself."

An Yu's heart tightened, and she stepped forward to push the wheelchair: "It's getting late, the doctor should be worried, let's go back."

She pretended to be calm and brought Ke Chenye back to the hospital, Donald's heart was finally relieved.

An Yu asked him to take care of Ke Chenye, and went back to the apartment by herself first, and drew the design draft immediately, forgetting for a while that Ke Chenye might have recognized her.

Inspiration is always fleeting, An Yu dared not relax, and visualized it before the inspiration slipped away, and quickly completed the design draft and sent it to the assistant's mailbox, asking him to send it to Fang Zilu.

Early the next morning, An Yu rushed to the hospital, and Brin was already preparing for the operation, cutting off Ke Chenye's eyelashes, and dripping eye drops to dilate his pupils.

Behind her was an unfamiliar face, who was preparing for the operation orderly and nervously.

An Yu watched from the side, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing her.

Soon, Ke Chenye was pushed into the operating room, An Yu followed to the door, clasped his hands in front of his forehead, and prayed sincerely: "It must be successful..."

The previous transplant operations failed, which made her full of anxiety about the result this time. She looked at the operating room from time to time, and when she saw the door was closed, she lowered her eyes in disappointment.

Time passed minute by minute, as if a century had passed, and finally the door of the operating room was opened. An Yu's gaze was firmly locked on the tired-looking Donald, and he couldn't help laughing with his urgent gaze: "The operation was a success."

An Yu was stunned, and then let out a long breath of relief, his expression could not hide his joy: "Thank you, thank you so much..."

"This is what I should do." Donald smiled slightly.

"Then he..."

Donald understood: "You want to ask when he will recover his eyesight, right? Generally speaking, he can see things vaguely in a week or so. But Mr. Ke's situation is special, because this time the matching is very high. After he wakes up, he should You can see things vaguely."

"Of course, it depends on whether the cornea can survive after three months, otherwise it is just a short-lived hope."

An Yu's heart tightened: "Then how long will he wake up?"

Donald made a rough estimate and quickly came to a conclusion: "About half an hour, what's the matter?"

An Yu shook her head, but she was rarely at a loss.

half an hour?
She thought that she could pretend that nothing happened and get along with him for a while, but who knew it would be so soon.

Seeing her pale face, Donald said a few words of concern, which were perfunctory by An Yu.

She followed her back to the ward, and Ke Chenye was lying on the bed quietly wearing a blindfold, not aware of her complicated mood at the moment.

An Yu stood by the hospital bed and watched him for an unknown amount of time, until a bell rang to break the silence.

Afraid of disturbing him, she hurried outside to answer the phone.

"Miss An, the matter you asked me to investigate has some clues." The private detective's calm and calm voice came, "The gangster who attacked you in the apartment before is indeed a repeat offender, but the strange thing is that before that, someone sent money to his account through the Internet. A sum of money was paid."

"After I hacked Chen Fei's mailbox, I found that the person who sent him the anonymous email and sent money to that person came from the same IP, obviously it was the same person."

"Who is it?" An Yu's breath was slightly suffocated, the faces of Ke's father and Yan Lan appeared alternately in front of his eyes, anyone was very likely.

What the private detective said was beyond her expectation: "Ke Yuzhi."

Breathing stagnated in her throat, all sounds and sights faded away, and An Yu was so shocked by the sudden news that she couldn't recover for a long time.

Ke Yuzhi?
How can it be?As early as four or five years ago, he became a vegetable!How could a vegetative person do this?
A chill crept up her spine, and An Yu's voice didn't even sound like her own: "Did you make a mistake?"

"Impossible." The private detective swore, "What we pay attention to in this business is reputation, and we will never do such self-defeating things."

So what's going on?

An Yu rested her forehead with her hand, she needed some time to relax.

"I'll call the balance later." After she said that, she hung up the phone, and when she wanted to check with a private investigator, the other end reminded her that the other party had turned off the phone.

Maybe the phone is out of battery?

An Yu frowned slightly, and didn't take this matter to heart. He was soon attracted by the message from his assistant: [Miss An, Director Ke already knew about Mr. Ke's successful operation. He asked you to return to China immediately. Important orders need you to deal with]

An Yu smiled lightly, the news came by coincidence, it seemed like the timing was right.

It just so happened that Ke Chenye would wake up soon, and she had to leave before then.

An Yu returned to the ward, stared at Ke Chenye's face almost greedily, took out a painting and put it on the bedside table, got up and left reluctantly.

Not long after, the door was opened again, and a nurse walked into the ward lightly, and picked up the painting on the bedside table.