"Guan Tong, the ...... of the sycamore tree" Shen Zhiyue repeated what she had just said, and turned her eyes to look at the sycamore tree with straight branches and deep roots outside the window.

Ancient legends say that the sycamore is a male tree, the tung is a female tree, the sycamore is the same elder and the same elder, the same life and death, in the poet's pen, has always been a symbol of loyal love.

When she was a child, she pointed to the plane tree in her yard that was said to have lived for hundreds of years, and swore to the man she loved very carefully and with her heart that she wanted to be the loyal paulownia tree, and she would grow old with her, live and die together, and never be separated for the rest of her life.

But she broke her promise, and when she absorbed the snake venom for him, she had already retracted that sentence, and she prayed to God to let him live, to live well alone, even if he forgot about her from now on.

So they came to this point, all of them were begged by her wholeheartedly, he forgot all the good memories between them, and only kept the resentment against her Shen family in his heart.

And she still loves him hopelessly, and in the end she deserves to make herself bruised, and she can't blame anyone.

It's just that her child is so innocent, she is such a useless mother, she also thought about giving birth to the child and returning it to him to raise, but he already has Xu Qiu's mother and daughter by his side, they will not treat her child well, and ......

She stabbed him, and he must have hated her to death.

"I need to have some blood drawn. ”

When she was in a trance, a very cold voice suddenly sounded, and it also pulled her out of that painful memory in time.

She turned her eyes to look at Qin Bing, who appeared in the ward at some point, and at her signal, she stretched out her arm, but her eyes were a little dull, and she didn't seem to have fully recovered her senses.

The sleeves of the wide hospital gown were rolled up to the crook of her arm, and Guan Tong on the side stared at her thin, almost skinny arm densely covered with pinholes, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

She has rough skin and thick flesh since she was a child, and there are many large and small scars on her body, and she has never felt much pain, but she is such a tomboy who is not afraid of heaven and earth, but she is very afraid of injections and medicines.

That's why when she saw Shen Zhiyue's miserable arm, she had such a big reaction, and couldn't help blurting out, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Zhiyue was slightly stunned, and when she realized what she was asking, she just smiled indifferently, "I'm used to it." ”

She took the thermometer handed to her by Qin Bing and put it in her mouth, calmly watched as the other party disinfected and cleaned, and then stabbed the needle into her arm, drawing a tube full of blood.

Her brows only frowned imperceptibly, but Guan Tong on the side looked nervous, and her palms were sweating, as if the needle was pierced on her.

Shen Zhiyue couldn't help but laugh, this little girl who is said to have good skills is actually afraid of injections, which is really interesting, but everyone will have weaknesses, which is not surprising.

"Joy ......"

Just when she took out the thermometer and gave it to Qin Bing, Mrs. Nalan suddenly pushed the door and walked in, her expression was very excited, she directly ignored the other people in the ward, took Shen Zhiyue's hand, and it took a long time before she spoke, "There is an improvement, the doctor who just examined Yue'er said that the meridians around her body are much smoother, and the function of her spleen and stomach is much better than before, and she can digest some liquid food that is easy to absorb on her own." She couldn't help but praise, "Zhiyue, you are awesome, my aunt really doesn't know how to thank you." ”

Hearing her say this, Shen Zhiyue was also very relieved in her heart, it would be good if there was improvement, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would try hard, she hoped that Nalan Xinyue could live.

"Your body temperature has been high recently, which is not good for the development of the fetus, as well as your own health, please pay attention to rest and worry less about other things. Qin Bing said coldly, but his eyes were staring at Mrs. Nalan, who was excited.

Zhaojia Yunwei also realized that she was warning her, and of course she also knew that Shen Zhiyue's current body couldn't stand that kind of work.

But she is first and foremost a mother, and no mother would not want her child to get better quickly, so she ......

Shen Zhiyue understood what she was thinking, she held her hand and smiled at her, "Don't worry, aunt, I don't have to do it." ”

Qin Bing snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, put away his things and turned around and walked out of the ward.

The moment the door closed, a strange light flashed in her eyes that had always been indifferent.

She turned her head, glanced meaningfully at the closed door, and then turned and strode away.

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Title: Super God Mobile Phone

Author's name: Night Knife

ISBN: 3487750

Introduction: A poor college student, a nine-handed copycat mobile phone, and an intelligent elf from the future world, what will happen when these three things come together because of chance?

Poor Sour Boy: Standing on the top of Mt. Fuji, looking up at the starry sky at forty-five corners, he fell into a depressed contemplation, "I'll go for it, I made another billion today, what should I buy tomorrow?

Copycat phone: Although I am very old, although I am very broken, but I will change, one change! two changes! small changes! big changes! I don't have a problem.

Future Elf: Nima, I'm really unlucky, I actually traveled through time and space to break the earth, and I also had a poor and white little master, why am I so bit back! However, fortunately, I can still upgrade, I still have a lot of magical APP, I am the almighty Tinker Bell.

Poor sour boy, copycat mobile phone, future elf: let's combine violently, let's forge our own fierce life together!

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