Chapter 2097: I am Brother Ye Chen's fiancée!

An Youyou, carrying An Chongqiu, flew all the way to the An family's medical center.

This medical center not only had top experts from various departments stationed there, but it was also equipped with multiple ICU intensive care units, delivery rooms, and operating rooms.

The hardware facilities here could even fully handle the most complex organ transplant surgeries in the world.

At this moment, the An family's old master, An Qishan, was lying in the largest ICU room of the medical center.

His body was plugged with various equipment and tubes, his entire face covered by an oxygen mask, relying on a ventilator to barely maintain a faint breath.

His wife, Ye Chen's grandmother, was sitting by his side, her hands continuously and gently rubbing his right hand, her tears having long since broken their banks.

Although several doctors had been guarding him, there was nothing more they could do now.

In their eyes, An Qishan's life had reached its end, just like a lamp wick that had burned its last drop of oil; the flame was already so small it was almost invisible, while also flickering irregularly, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.

At such a time, the only thing they could do was wait for this flame to completely vanish. It wasn't that they didn't want to intervene, but in this situation, even a slightly larger breathing frequency could blow out this last flame, so the best treatment method was not to disturb it and let it burn the last few wisps of oil remaining in the wick.

Meanwhile, the other children and grandchildren of the An family were all staying in the lounge outside the ICU.

Ye Chen's second and third uncles were sitting side by side on a sectional sofa. Besides them, there was also a thin, elderly man with a celestial air and gray hair and beard, who was sitting opposite them, forming hand seals with one hand and muttering something in his mouth.

The other grandchildren and female relatives of the An family were sitting on benches on both sides of the sofa, their expressions sorrowful.

When An Youyou and An Chongqiu rushed in, everyone present stood up immediately.

An Kaifeng rushed over with red eyes, grabbed An Chongqiu's arm, and choked out, "Big brother... you've finally returned..."

An Zhaonan also couldn't help but sniff, his voice trembling as he said, "Big brother, Dad has been in a coma and hasn't woken up. Mom is inside keeping him company; you should go take a look."

An Chongqiu nodded heavily, his tone very firm as he said, "Everyone, don't be too pessimistic yet. Dad has experienced all kinds of storms and waves in his life; this little problem is nothing to him. He will definitely pull through."

Everyone nodded, but their expressions showed no confidence at all.

Seeing everyone so lifeless, An Chongqiu felt a bit panicked himself, so he hurriedly said, "You all wait outside; I'm going in to see Dad!"

Having said that, he pushed the door open and walked in alone.

Seeing him enter, the old lady's emotions suddenly couldn't be held back, and she cried, "Chongqiu... Chongqiu... your dad, he seems unable to hold on anymore, Chongqiu... what should Mom do, Chongqiu..."

As she spoke, the old lady's body was already swaying, nearly collapsing to the side.

An Chongqiu hurriedly stepped forward, supporting her with both hands, suppressing the urge to cry, and choked out, "Mom... it's okay, Dad will be fine... He's just been too tired lately and needs a good rest. Maybe he'll wake up in a little while..."

The old lady shook her head slowly and continuously, looking at An Qishan on the hospital bed, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair.

She was also a person who had received a higher education and had forged ahead through the changing world over the past few decades; how could she not be clear about her husband's current situation?

She held her husband's hand with one hand and her eldest son An Chongqiu's hand with the other, whispering softly: "Your dad... he misses your sister too much... During this period... his condition has been much worse every day than the day before. He misses his daughter so much that he can't sleep all night long. Even the strongest body, after being tormented like this, can no longer hold on..."

Hearing this, An Chongqiu could no longer control his emotions and began to cry silently by himself.

The old lady looked up at An Chongqiu at this moment and said earnestly: "Chongqiu... if your dad doesn't make it through this hurdle, you go to Yanjing, go to the Ye family..."

An Chongqiu asked in surprise: "Mom... what are you..."

The old lady continued: "You go to the Ye family and offer a humble apology to your brother-in-law's father, and find a way to beg him to agree to let you move your sister back from the Ye family's ancestral grave. I want her to come back to accompany your dad..."

"This..." An Chongqiu said hurriedly: "Mom... things haven't reached that point yet, please don't consider these things so early..."

The old lady shook her head, wiped away her tears, and said expressionlessly: "All the methods that could be used have been used, and the methods that couldn't be used have also been tried. I even invited Master Hong, whom your dad has always disliked, and now I really don't know what other methods there are..."

An Chongqiu knew that his father had never believed in religion his whole life, let alone Xuanxue. Whether it was Master Hong of the Golden Core Daoist Gate or Master Lai of the I Ching and Bagua, in his eyes, they were no different from charlatans.

If it hadn't reached a desperate situation, his mother would never have invited Master Hong to their home.

At this moment, An Chongqiu, who had been comforting his younger siblings and his mother, felt increasingly desperate in his own heart.

In his view, the old master was afraid he really wouldn't be able to make it through this time.