Especially Zhou Bie, who was so exhausted that he couldn't even hold the scalpel anymore.
Anjue was the first to rush up, grabbing Zhou Bie's collar: "How is she?"
Anjue's eyes were bloodshot, and stubble had appeared; the handsome image of the past had completely disappeared. He was just a man madly in love.
Zhou Bie unceremoniously punched him, full of anger, catching Anjue off guard. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Bie shouted at him: "Are you crazy? I've long told you not to provoke her, but you keep pushing her to death. Let me tell you, if Ye Xiaoyu dies, no one in this world would be more miserable than you. If you can't treat her well, let her go. Staying by your side, what's left but death?"
Zhou Bie was truly furious. As a doctor, he knew best how much Ye Xiaoyu had suffered over the years. Which time did she not come back from the brink of death?
Two years ago, it was Anjue who drove her to seek death, and now again, it's Anjue.
