Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Jia Qing barely opened her eyes, looking at her earnestly, "Can you take down and keep my hairpin for me?"

The black hairpin was still clipped in Jia Qing’s hair at the time.

Her hair, still styled by Ye Yan earlier in the day, was now completely disheveled.

"Okay," Ye Yan extended her hand to take down the hairpin. "I will keep it for you and will definitely save you, you must hang in there."

Jia Qing revealed a weak smile, her dry lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

Ye Yan quickly leaned in closer.

"Dr. Ye, remember the things I’ve told you."

Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the black hairpin, "You must remember what I’ve said..."

After finishing, she fainted.

Ye Yan didn’t dare to delay, as the doors to the operating room had already opened.