Just the moment before Gan Guoliang swung his sword, Wang Yu finally fell to the cold concrete floor because of his lack of energy. He just avoided Gan Guoliang's fatal knife.

Because Wang Yu fell, Gan Guoliang used all his strength to cut the air. The huge inertia made Gan Guoliang fall to the ground. He no longer have the strength to stand up. He let the heavy rain wash his seriously injured body.

At this moment, Ye Chuan and Gan Guoliang rushed over. The two groups stopped fighting and were each checking the injuries of the two fallen people.

"No more fighting! No more fighting!" In the heavy rain, a knife hand of Gan Guoliang called out: "If we continue fighting, we will only suffer both losses, and they will die! None of us can take advantage of us. That's all today! We can't fight anymore!"

Ye Chuan thought for a while. Indeed, if he continued to fight, it would not be a problem to solve these knife hands by himself. But Wang Yu would definitely die of too much blood loss.

"Okay! You go!" Ye Chuan said, and Zuonan and Zuonan raised Wang Yu who was no longer conscious and walked towards the car. The bald man followed him and broke the back. Several knife hands on the other side also helped the unconscious Gan Guoliang and other injured people up and rushed towards the truck.

After a few people got into the car, Ye Chuan asked Zuonan and Bald to look at Wang Yu in the back row, and he sat in the driver's seat.

"I'm sitting firmly! Also, I'm optimistic about Wang Yu!" Ye Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Before the bald man finished speaking, Ye Chuan had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and turned the steering wheel hard. After the rainy road on the car drifted, it rushed away like an arrow.

Along the way, looking at Wang Yu who was unconscious, Ye Chuan showed an unprecedented anxious expression. Wang Yu was seriously injured, bleeding a lot, mixed with rain, dyeing the entire back chair red.

Was Wang Yu defeated? Did he not win, nor did he. There was no winner in the battle just now. He and Gan Guoliang both lost.

"Wang Yu! Wang Yu! Talk, hurry up, wake up! Talk!" The bald man patted Wang Yu's face with a crying voice. Perhaps Wang Yu heard it, his lips moved hard, trying to say something. But all he made was a giggling sound in his throat and the blood foam in his mouth.

"Zuonan, you two are together! Don't let him lose consciousness completely!" Ye Chuan roared.

"Wang Yu! Wang Yu! Hold on! You can't just die like this, your daughter is still waiting for you at home!" Zuonan said.

Wang Yu, who was in a coma, heard the word "daughter" and coughed gently.

"He reacted, let's continue talking to him!" Bald man excitedly. Then, he and Zuonan talked endlessly to Wang Yu.

At this moment, another scene appeared in Wang Yu's mind.

It was a sunny morning. In the church, Wang Yu was wearing a black suit, very upright. Opposite him, the bride stood, in Wang Yuli's eyes. The bride was so beautiful and charming that even an angel could not match.

Next, the pastor said to the bride: "Ms. Shen Ling, are you willing to understand this person's love for you, respond to his love, recognize his shortcomings, and help him overcome his shortcomings, recognize him as your legal husband, taking care of him and loving him regardless of good times, adverse times, health, illness, birth, old age, sickness, illness, and death, and never leave him forever?"

"Yes, I do!" The bride had a happy smile on her face, and her eyes never left Wang Yu's tough face.

Then, the pastor turned around and said the same thing to Wang Yu. "I do!" A gentle smile appeared on Wang Yu's face.

"Then next, please put a ring on your other half." said the priest solemnly.

Wang Yu and Shen Ling exchanged rings according to the priest's request.

"Now, I announce that you are officially married!" the pastor said, looking at the two of them with blessings.

Accompanied by the sacred wedding march, the two hugged each other tightly.

Next, the picture changed and Wang Yu saw that he was wandering in the corridor of a hospital. After a long time, Chen Ling walked over happily and told Wang Yu that he was pregnant.

Wang Yu couldn't believe his ears. He shouted, hugging Chen Ling tightly like a child, lifting her high, and their faces were filled with warm smiles.

Suddenly the picture changed and turned red.

A man who looked like a doctor walked out of the operating room. He told Wang Yu with a heartache that Chen Ling died of labor, but fortunately the child was saved. At this moment, Wang Yu felt that he had lost the whole world. The picture gradually turned from red to black.

In the darkness, Wang Yu walked to the hospital bed, picked up the newly born baby and looked at her gently. Then, he put the baby back on the bed, lying on Shen Ling's body, crying bitterly, like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances.

Back to reality, Ye Chuan had already driven his car to the isolated island bar. Zhao Yingnan and the third brother who received the news were already anxious. Seeing Ye Chuan parked the car at the door, the two rushed up, opened the car door, quickly raised Wang Yu, and walked towards a room behind the bar. Ye Chuan and others followed closely behind.

The room was not big, but it was clean and spotless. In the cabinet beside the wall, the tables in the corner were filled with various medicines and medical supplies. In front of a small hospital bed, an old man in a white coat and a mask was standing, and a young man was following him. As soon as he entered the door, Ye Chuan rushed straight towards the old man and said, "Uncle Liu! Please!"

Uncle Liu nodded without saying a word, and asked the third brother and Zhao Yingnan to carry Wang Yu to the hospital bed and began to examine Wang Yu's wounds.

After a long time, Uncle Liu took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing big. He suffered from some skin trauma, which looks scary. The coma was just because of excessive bleeding and wound infection. It's enough to disinfect and transfusion."

When everyone present heard Uncle Liu's words, they were relieved, and Zhao Yingnan even collapsed on the ground.

At this time, Uncle Liu took out various medicines from the medicine box and began to clean and suture Wang Yu's wounds. While dealing with them, he asked, "Who are you type O blood?"

This sentence silenced everyone.

None of the people in the room had type O blood. Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Yingnan stood up and said, "Use my blood, I have type O blood."

"Okay!" Uncle Liu agreed, then took out some equipment and said to the young man who was trying to get the shot: "Xiao Wang, take her to draw blood!"

The young man quickly agreed and took Zhao Yingnan to a chair in the corner of the side and began to draw blood.

The blood was a little painful. Zhao Yingnan pursed her lips tightly and looked at Wang Yu who was unconscious with a worried look on her face.

When everyone watched the bright red blood flow into Wang Yu's body, the hanging heart was relieved.
Chapter completed!