Chapter 125 Jiang Lan must be going crazy now and

feels like he is dreaming, not only Jiang Lan, but also Wen Zhiyan.

Wen Zhiyan felt like he was trapped in boundless darkness, surrounded by silence. No matter how he called Jiang Lan's name, he got no response.

Gradually, Wen Zhiyan stopped trying to find Jiang Lan, and he and the darkness fell into silence.

He didn't know how long it had been before Wen Zhiyan felt a faint noise starting to appear in his ears.

Many people were talking, men and women, going back and forth, wave after wave.

He listened quietly, but never heard Jiang Lan's voice.

Wen Zhiyan felt that Jiang Lan was not with him because he was probably dead.

The darkness lasted for an unknown amount of time before a ray of light shattered the boundless darkness and shone through the crack toward Wen Zhiyan.

The long-lost consciousness is gradually returning.

Wen Zhiyan smelled a strange smell in his confusion, like ebony, mixed with something else.

It was not the familiar rose scent on Jiang Lan.

Like, it emanated from himself.

This was Wen Zhiyan's fifth day back in the imperial capital.

Mother Wen wore an anti-pheromone mask on her face, and her slender neck was tightly wrapped in a silk scarf.

With some exhaustion, she looked at Wen, who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, motionless and lifeless, and asked the doctor:

"Are you sure he is completely out of danger?"

The doctor looked at the various things beside the hospital bed. Looking at all kinds of messy instruments, he frowned and said: "The physical signs are fine, he has been differentiated, and he is an alpha."

Mother Wen looked at the gender test report in her hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She said, "My son, follow me and strive for your best."

The doctor looked at the smile on Mother Wen's face and felt a chill in his back, but the fight among the wealthy family had nothing to do with him.

He could only remind Mother Wen not to be happy too early.

"Logically speaking, after three days of differentiation, people should wake up anyway, but now the patient shows no signs of waking up. If this continues, the possibility of brain death cannot be ruled out."

Mother Wen smiled at the corner of her mouth after hearing this Her thoughts disappeared in an instant, and she frowned slightly: "Brain death?"

The doctor hummed: "Although the probability of this situation is extremely low, it does not mean that it is impossible."

He thought for a while and watched Mother Wen become ugly. His face said: "We still have to be mentally prepared. It is best to find a way to stimulate the patient to wake up."

Mother Wen asked: "How to stimulate?"

The doctor said: "At present, the drug is not very effective, and the patient needs someone close to him. Talk to him more and stimulate his desire to live."

Mother Wen did not speak again. After the doctor's footsteps gradually left the ward, Wen Zhiyan gently moved his fingertips and approached Mother Wen again. When he was in the hospital bed, he stopped this subtle movement.

Throughout the next day, Wen's mother sat in front of Wen Zhiyan's hospital bed and began to chatter to Wen Zhiyan.

Talk about her past with Father Wen, and how happy their marriage was at the beginning.

She said how happy and happy she was when she learned about Wen Zhiyan's arrival.

He told her how hard it was to be pregnant in ten months, and how difficult it was to pull Wen Zhiyuan to grow up.

This is what I, as a mother, subconsciously want to say at this time.

But then, the conversation started to change.

Wen's mother began to blame Wen's father, the unexpected woman and her son.

She began to talk about her high hopes for Wen Zhiyan and began to praise Wen Zhiyan for his ambition. She said she wanted Wen Zhiyan to get better soon and to drive out those who coveted the Wen family's property.

She said that she loved Wen Zhiyan very much and could not live without Wen Zhiyan.

But Wen Zhiyan couldn't hear this so-called love. He was so exhausted that he felt that his life was like a weapon fighting for power.

He was tired of listening to Mother Wen say these hurtful words without realizing it.

He even felt that if he died, Wen Yunqi and his son could be kicked out of the house and leave the house, leaving Wen's mother to enjoy the huge wealth of the Wen family alone.

Mother Wen would probably remove herself from the ventilator without hesitation now.

So he chose to remain silent.

He wants to see Jiang Lan.

He didn't know how many days he had been in coma, but he knew that this was not Haicheng, and it was impossible for Mother Wen to take Jiang Lan back to the imperial capital.

Jiang Lan must be going crazy now.

Wen Zhiyan continued to remain in a coma calmly. No matter how Wen's mother said some annoying words to him in his ear, he turned a deaf ear and did not make any reaction.

His body was stiff and he couldn't move. The nutrient solution made him feel no hunger. Only his brain was alive and functioning for the time being, and he didn't feel uncomfortable pretending to be dead.

But Wen Zhiyan didn't feel uncomfortable, it was Wen's mother who felt uncomfortable.

After she had this meaningless exchange with Wen Zhiyan for three consecutive days, but still saw no sign of Wen Zhiyan waking up, she couldn't help but fall into an extremely anxious state.

If Wen Zhiyan really lies here half-dead, all her plans will come to nothing, and the rest of her life will be over.

At that time, the New Year was approaching.

Jiang Lan was still in that small bedroom, holding Wen Zhiyan's pillow in his arms, looking unkempt, with unkempt hair and a sallow complexion.

In just over a week, Jiang Lan looked like he had lost weight, sitting in front of the computer and drawing pictures numbly.

He didn't dare to sleep. When he fell asleep, he dreamed of the cold alloy door, the image of Wen Zhiyan being pushed into the emergency room, and the calm face of Wen's mother, with her back straight and the critical illness notice. Signed.

Jiang Lan knew that Wen Zhiyan's life was not in danger.

But that kind of anxiety gradually made him go from being agitated and overwhelmed to numbness.

He thought that if Wen Zhiyan woke up, he would definitely come back to find him.

Even if his physical condition did not allow it, Wen Zhiyan would definitely find a way to notify him, so that he could run to see him without stopping.

But now, there is no news from Wen Zhiyan. Even if Jiang Lan wants to look for it, he can't find the huge imperial capital just by looking for it.

Just when he submitted the last picture in his hand, his cell phone, which had been silent for several days, suddenly rang.

Jiang Lan stood up suddenly, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button without looking at it.

But the familiar female voice on the phone quickly made Jiang Lan's heart sink again.

The caller is Jiang Mu.

She asked cautiously,

"Jiang Lan, are you coming back to celebrate the New Year this year?"

Jiang Lan sighed, rubbed his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Jiang's mother didn't say it directly. She first came a long time in advance. What happened before: "I apologize to you. What happened to you at school..."

Jiang Lan was not in the mood to hear this now. He interrupted Jiang's mother: "It's okay. It's over. I'm not in jail. He wasn’t fired either.”

Jiang's mother was silent for a moment, then she bypassed the topic and said to Jiang Lan:

"Isn't my sister not feeling well this year? I discussed it with your uncle and wanted to take her to rent a room in the south near the sea. I’m staying at a B&B for the New Year, and there may be no one at home..."