Chapter 573 She Bumped Into It Herself

"In the future, even if you are gone, Yi Ling and I will treat her as our sister and take care of her all our lives. Even if we are gone, we will still have Xiaoleizi. If Xiaoleizi treats her badly in the future, I will Just broke his leg."

And when he took another look at Lu Yi's black and white photo, his heart felt so unbearably sour again, and she almost couldn't stay here, not even for a second.

Lei Qingyi never knew that one day, he would also have a kind of pain that makes him unable to breathe.

Once again, he sent Yan Huan to the hospital. As soon as He Yibin heard that Yan Huan had been found, he put down everything in his hands and came over quickly.

But when he saw the person held in Lei Qingyi's arms, he was frightened, "Why is it like this?"

Lei Qingyi carefully put the person down, "Let's not talk about this for now. First, let's see how the person is doing. It seems that he has a fever."

He Yibin hurried over and put his hand on Yan Huan's forehead. With this contact, he found that it was more serious and hot than he thought. He quickly asked the nurse to help change clothes first and then hang them up. Fever-reducing injections, various examinations, and trauma treatment also need to be taken care of. I am afraid that if the fever lasts for a long time, it will turn into pneumonia.

Lei Qingyi saw them busy around, but he couldn't help himself, so he could only walk to the door and get out of the way. He couldn't help, but he couldn't do anything wrong.

Only now did he remember that he had to call his family and tell them about this.

"Lingling, it's me."

Yi Ling lowered his head. When he heard Lei Qingyi's name, his tears couldn't stop rolling out. "What's wrong? Have you not found Huanhuan yet?"

"No," Lei Qingyi's voice was dry.

"I found her. He turned around and looked at Yan Huan who had already hung up the needle. "She is in the hospital now. Don't worry, she is fine. She is just a little weak and has been exposed to some rain."

"You say it's true?" Yi Ling stood up suddenly, "You found Huanhuan, you really found her, right? God..." She covered her mouth, crying and laughing, I burst into tears.

"We really found Huanhuan, she is fine."

"Well, I found something that's not that big of a deal."

"Thank God," Yi Ling said, suddenly covering her face with her hands, almost unable to hold back the mixture of sadness and joy.

"Shuyun, listen," Lu Jin quickly tightened his grip on Ye Shuyun's shoulders.

"Huanhuan is fine, she is fine, she is in the hospital now."

Ye Shuyun's eyes, which had been blank all this time, finally had a look, "Really, it's okay..."

"Yes, it's okay." Lu Jin patted his wife's shoulder soothingly, "How could something happen to her? Lu Yi bought her with his own life. How could Lu Yi be willing to let her die? Lu Yi would protect her well. She will definitely do it.”

As he spoke, he felt a chill on his face, and then wiped away all the tears when no one was around.

When Ye Shuyun and the others rushed to the hospital, Yan Huan was already asleep. No, she hadn't woken up since Lei Qing brought her here.

"The fever has gone away," He Yibin whispered, then stretched out his hand and put it between his lips,

"Shh, please keep your voices down. Don't disturb her. She is not unconscious now, she is just asleep. It is easy to be surprised now. Let her sleep a little longer and recover a little longer."

Everyone understands what He Yibin means, and they don't dare to stay here for too long. It's really not good to have too many people. First, it's noisy, but they're all just standing there. In such a large ward, the air doesn't circulate. .

In He Yibin's office, everyone was there at this time. The Lei family's family of four, except for Xiao Leizi who was left with Aunt Lei, the couple from the Lu family and Ye Xinyu also hurried over.

"Where did you find the person?" Yi Ling asked Lei Qingyi, "Was she injured in any way?" Yi Ling asked, and her heart skipped a beat. She believed that if Lei Qingyi said something later, Yan Huan would be hurt. , she really can cry loudly.

"He's not injured, don't worry," Lei Qingyi breathed comfortingly.

"Then why was her forehead swollen, how could she be injured, how could she be bleeding? Yi Ling hasn't forgotten the injuries on Yan Huan's head. What happened to the injury? Was it caused by a fall?"

"That's..." Lei Qingyi thought of the time when he thought he had found Yan Huan, and didn't know what to say because he really couldn't bear it.

"Tell me," Yi Ling pulled Lei Qingyi's sleeve hard, her voice almost shrill.

Lei Qingyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "That's..." His voice stopped, and then he continued, "She hit it herself."

"It hit, where did it hit?"

Yi Ling pulled Lei Qingyi's sleeve hard again, crying and shedding tears. Tell me, where did she go? How did she hit herself like this? Did she want to hit herself to death?

"It hit Lu Yi's tombstone."

Lei Qingyi put her hands on Yi Ling's shoulders, and then pressed her shoulders down, "She went to see Lu Yi, and I don't know how she found out where Lu Yi was buried, so "She went to find Lu Yi. I found her in Lu Yi's graveyard."

Lu Jin held Ye Shuyun's hand tightly, and the couple looked at each other, and saw the inextricable grief in each other's eyes. Why did this happen? Why was God so cruel to them?

What a good child, what a good couple, now, the person is gone, and the family is also broken up.

Yiling sniffed from time to time, she raised her face, and tasted the taste of her own tears, constantly tasting, constantly salty, "Qingyi, what do you say I should do? How should I compensate Lu Yi for Huanhuan? I killed Lu Yi, and I also made Huanhuan like this."

Lei Qingyi could only pat her shoulder silently, letting her guilt burn more and more.

But he couldn't help. Perhaps the only person in the world who could help Yiling was Yan Huan. If Yan Huan said forgiveness, maybe she would feel less guilty, if Yan Huan was willing.

At this time, in the ward, Yan Huan was lying flat, with her hands outside. Her thin arms were pitifully thin, and the joints of her fingers were all injured. You could also clearly see the blood vessels on the back of her hands, which had been connected with needles. These cold liquids had already flowed along these small blood vessels, mixed with her blood, and then flowed to her whole body.

She had indeed been burned to pneumonia, and after a night of rain, her body was like this. In fact, this was already the best result. At least, she was still alive, at least, she was not dead.