end of marriage

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An Mo stayed in the emergency operating room for a day and a night, while Zhou Luoyan stayed at the door for a day and a night.

When Cui Shu looked at it, he suddenly had the illusion that if An Mo couldn't wake up, Zhou Luoyan would follow him.

The atmosphere in the hospital was extremely suppressed.

There is a stone in everyone's heart, and they can only wait for the doctor to open the door of the operating room to see if the stone falls or shatters.

Every minute and every second is suffering.

In this way, at dawn the next day, several Alpha doctors filed out.

Zhou Luoyan finally had a reaction, first he took a few steps in a numb manner, and then he found his body sensation, and his steps became impatient.

The doctor said that An Mo was temporarily out of danger, but his gland damage was too serious, requiring two to three repair operations.

"The patient is still in a coma. To be honest, this situation is not optimistic. The patient has no sense of survival. If the follow-up repair is still in this state, he may be even more dangerous than now."

The stone in Zhou Luoyan's heart just fell, when it hit him and made him bloody.

The doctor dispersed, and the nurse pushed An Mo out.

Zhou Luoyan looked at An Mo who was lying on the shelf, and couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

But the doctor didn't let anyone get close to An Mo. His glands were broken and easily infected, so he was finally placed in the aseptic warehouse.

There were four white walls, only one bed, and An Mo was alone, like a bird in an iron cage.

Zhou Luoyan still refused to leave. He stood outside the aseptic warehouse, looking at An Mo with fixed, tight, and painful eyes.

Cui Shu was afraid that he would go on like this, so he would break himself first. He had been a puppet for two days without eating, drinking or talking.

But he knew better than anyone how stubborn this person was, and it was useless to persuade him.

Finally, on the third day, An Mo woke up, but his will was not very clear.

It was a late night in winter.

An Mo woke up from the nightmare, the pain in the back of his neck suppressed the nerves all over his body, his vision was a bit blurred, but he still saw the figure standing outside the glass window.

So, he regained his composure for a short while, and struggled to pick up the landline in front of the bed.

A few seconds later, a harsh mobile phone ringing tore through the silent night.

Zhou Luoyan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly answered the phone.

"Hello..." An Mo's voice was faint and distant, even a gust of wind could blow it away.

Zhou Luoyan was silent for a long time, and An Mo could clearly feel his fear, nervousness and guilt.

"Zhou Luoyan...you, talk..."

Zhou Luoyan woke up like a dream, and realized that his Omega brother was indeed awake: "Brother, brother..." His voice was as hoarse as an old electronic tape, but it was very soft, and he was afraid that he would speak a little louder. , An Mo will be shattered.

"Brother, I...Brother, I beg you, be good." Zhou Luoyan finally regained a trace of reason, "The doctor said that you are going to have a repair operation, so you cooperate with them obediently, okay, I beg you."

"As long as you get better, I will let my brother handle it." He finished these words in one breath, for fear that An Mo would hang up.

Of course, there was much more he wanted to say, but they had enough time, as long as Amoken repaired his glands.

An Mo looked at him with a gentle smile on his face, his glands were about to bleed.

Zhou Luoyan was afraid that An Mo would refuse, so he hurriedly added: "Brother, I have a lot to tell you, I know I was wrong, you give me...give me one last chance, I will explain clearly to you, and I will atone for my brother for the rest of my life .But now, brother, I beg you, get treatment...”

Zhou Luoyan choked up, tears streaming down his face.

An Mo didn't answer him immediately, but turned his face away, stopped looking at him, and slowly put his hands on his stomach.

At this moment, he didn't want to die so much.

Since he didn't die, he should live on.

He said quietly into the microphone: "Okay, I promise you to cooperate with the treatment."

There was a gleam of light in Zhou Luoyan's dead eyes.

Then, An Mo cut off the beam of light: "Do you still remember our... half-year agreement?"

"Zhou Luoyan, you can fulfill your promise."

"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhou Luoyan's voice was trembling.

"The divorce agreement can take effect."

The blood all over Zhou Luoyan's body turned cold. He was stunned for a few minutes, then opened his mouth while holding the glass window. Before he could say a word, An Mo cut off the phone.

Zhou Luoyan looked at him in panic, but An Mo didn't look back anymore.

That night was too long.

The young man stood in front of the window and wept all the time, begging his lover, his elder brother, to take a look at him, to understand him, begging him loudly, telling him that he loves him sentence by sentence, until his voice became hoarse.

But Omega developed a high fever, and his glands began to swell. He turned his back to the young man, and his eyes could no longer see clearly, so he stopped looking at him.

If your ears can't hear you, then you won't be soft-hearted.

That night was really long.

When Cui Shu rushed over, the aseptic warehouse was already in chaos.

The doctors are administering antipyretic injections to An Mo to clean up the blood stasis in the glands.

Zhou Luoyan watched them the whole time, his eyes were empty, like a lonely ghost.

Cui Shu finally couldn't stand it anymore, he knew that if Zhou Luoyan continued like this, he would lose his crotch before An Mo.

Zhou Luoyan also realized it, so before Cui Shu could say anything, he finally retreated from An Mo's ward.

He knew that his Omega brother was declaring war on him again, just like his hunger strike.

But this time, he won't lose, he can't lose.

He knew that if he lost, he would lose An Mo completely.

So, he began to eat well, sleep well, and regain his spirit, so that he would no longer show the slightest fragility.

On the first day, the doctors called and said that An Mo was in good condition, but they put forward a condition for the repair operation—signing a divorce agreement.

Zhou Luoyan was sitting in a skyscraper at that time, looking at the ants-like crowd below.

He found that he was envious of them.

Zhou Luoyan flatly refused. He didn't go to the hospital, but ordered that the repair operation be started three days later, regardless of An Motong's consent.

In this way, three days later, his phone rang again. The doctor said that An Mo didn't cooperate with the operation, scratched his gland, and now he was suffering from severe high fever.

Zhou Luoyan's heart ached so much that he didn't know how much more it would hurt. At this moment, he was nestling on the sofa where An Mo had been waiting for him day and night, looking at the gate of the villa eagerly.

I finally know how painful it is to wait for someone and to be filled with hope.

He said, reduce his fever and continue to do it.

Fourth day, fifth day, sixth day...

Cui Shu couldn't take it anymore, he left the hospital and went to find Zhou Luoyan.

Not in the company, not in the villa, he finally found Zhou Luoyan in An Mo's dormitory.

Zhou Luoyan sat on the cold floor, holding An Mo's clothes in his hand, and buried his face deeply in it.

He wanted to smell An Mo's pheromone, but no, there was nothing left.

He raised his scarlet eyes and asked Cui Shu, "Has he had an operation?"

Cui Shu tried his best to control his voice that was about to choke, and sighed: "No."

"He is very uncooperative, refuses to take inhibitors, refuses to take antibiotics, his glands are swollen, and his eyes are half-blind due to nerve compression. The doctor can't do anything about him, even if he really injects inhibitors, he will also lose Injured glands, tried every means to refuse surgery..."

"Mr. Zhou, go and see him, you...you can't bear to look at him."

Zhou Luoyan clenched the hand holding An Mo's clothes, and snapped it away: "No, no, I won't look at him, and I won't agree to his request!"

"Absolutely not!!"

Cui Shu frowned: "Zhou Luoyan, let him go."

"Let yourself go, too."