At that moment, Zhou Jiajia was screaming at the top of her lungs, "An Qi, little sister! Don't! Wake up! Wake up fast!"

But this time, An Qi no longer responded at all.

After calling several times, she became desperate; she then sat down on the ground and burst into loud cries.

She hadn't expected to lose the innocent and lovely An Qi like this; now, she deeply regretted her actions.

"If I hadn't stormed off from the car in a huff, An Qi would not have been harmed; if I had been more accommodating, willing to share Yifan with An Qi, perhaps none of this would have happened; if I hadn't doubted An Qi from the start, none of this would have occurred. Why? Why did the heavens take her, my little sister An Qi, instead of me? Why didn't the heavens punish me? After all, wasn't I the third party who destroyed An Qi's love? Why? Please, tell me why?" Zhou Jiajia kept blaming herself, overwhelmed with guilt.

Now, if she could choose again, she would definitely opt to be with Yifan alongside her little sister An Qi.

Meanwhile, during the continual transmission of the Special Energy, Yifan's complexion gradually turned pale; eventually, his complexion weakened, his skin wrinkled, and his hair turned white, transforming him into an elderly man.

The next moment, he fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound awakened Zhou Jiajia from her self-blame. When Zhou Jiajia turned her head toward the source of the sound, she witnessed the most unforgettable scene of her life.

She saw an old man lying on the ground, motionless; atop his stomach laid the breathless An Qi.

"Who is this? Could it be Yifan?"

Zhou Jiajia was startled, then quickly crawled over to the drastically changed Yifan; she then brushed the white hair from his forehead to take a closer look.

The Yifan of that moment was no longer the Yifan she knew; had there not been some resemblance in his facial features, she wouldn't have recognized him.

"Yifan! Wake up! How could you have turned into this? How could this have happened? Woo woo!!!" Zhou Jiajia panicked, unsure why things had suddenly changed this way.

An Qi had died, and Yifan had turned into an old man; it seemed as though the whole world had changed. Had it not been for the unchanged scenery around, had it not been for cars still speeding on the road, she might have thought she had landed on another planet.

Two people she loved dearly, one dead and one aged, were nearly gone from her life; her mind was completely blank at this moment, clueless and at a loss what to do.

Yifan was still breathing, only his breath was weak, and it seemed he might not last much longer.

Equally shocked was the driver of the car that hit An Qi, who had witnessed firsthand Yifan's transformation from a robust young man into an elderly man.

This experience was truly unforgettable for him, too bizarre to comprehend; it felt like being in a movie.

At that moment, he quickly got out of the car to help take Yifan and An Qi to the hospital.

If these two weren't taken for emergency treatment soon, they might really lose their lives; hence, there was a need to rush to the hospital.

As he was about to lift An Qi, he suddenly discovered that An Qi was breathing; he exclaimed in astonishment, "This lady seems to be breathing, she's not dead!"

This news was truly shocking; upon hearing this, Zhou Jiajia came over with a look of incredulity, then anxiously and nervously asked, "What did you say? An Qi isn't dead?"

"Uh-huh! She is still breathing!" the driver answered with a face full of joy.

Ending someone's life would make him responsible; even though the responsibility wasn't great, it was still troublesome; if he hadn't caused a death, it would have been much easier for him; hence, he was very happy.

Zhou Jiajia stretched her hand to An Qi's nose to check and indeed noticed breathing. She then urged, "Then hurry and take them both to the hospital!"

She seemed to see a glimmer of hope and was very happy.

"Yes!" the driver nodded in response and then helped Zhou Jiajia lift the two people into the car.

After lifting the two into the car, he drove off with Zhou Jiajia to Guiyuan City People's Hospital.

At Guiyuan City People's Hospital, Li Xiangmei was on a night shift, so she was working as usual.

However, the night shift work was quite boring. She sat alone in the nurse's station, and couldn't help but think of Lin Yifan.

She hadn't seen Lin Yifan for several days and wanted to make plans to meet. So, she took out her phone intending to call Lin Yifan.

But, just then, cries for help came from the hospital doors.

Driven by duty, she immediately put away her phone, then rushed out of the nurse's station with other on-duty colleagues, ready to administer aid to the patients.

Upon reaching the door, she saw someone holding a blood-soaked woman, screaming for help.

She and her colleagues immediately brought a stretcher cart for a rescue.

When the blood-soaked woman was placed on the stretcher, she was shocked; this woman was familiar to her—it was her boyfriend's boss.

Lin Yifan was the personal bodyguard for his boss. Now that his boss was injured, she worried something might have happened to Lin Yifan as well, thus she anxiously asked, "What happened to this lady? Why is she injured like this?"

"She was hit by my car and is seriously injured now, please hurry and save her!" the car driver urged urgently.

"Hit by a car? Are there any other injuries?" Li Xiangmei inquired.

"Yes! There's also an old man in the car!" the driver answered.

"An old man? Where?" Li Xiangmei was puzzled, unsure why an old man would be with Lin Yifan's boss, but she had already breathed a sigh of relief because Lin Yifan was a young man, not an old man, which meant Lin Yifan was unharmed.

"Over there..." the driver had just turned to point at his car to answer Li Xiangmei's question when he saw Zhou Jiajia carrying an old man towards the door; he quickly answered, "That old man!"

Following the direction the driver pointed, Li Xiangmei saw an aged man; the elderly man was thin, his skin wrinkled, no different from an ordinary old man; therefore, she didn't feel much of anything.

Driven by her nurse's duty, she ran over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with him?"

"His breathing is weak, please save him quickly!" Zhou Jiajia replied desperately.

She didn't know why Lin Yifan had turned into this, but since it was Lin Yifan, she had to seek medical treatment no matter what, as he was her most beloved.

"Okay! Just wait a moment, I will call someone to bring the stretcher cart right now," Li Xiangmei responded, then shouted loudly, "Xiaoqing! Bring the stretcher cart quickly!"

"Okay!" Xiaoqing responded from a distance then went to get the stretcher cart.

She too was on a night shift today; therefore, she was in the hospital.

After about ten seconds, a stretcher cart was quickly brought over.

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