"Bang!"

"How are you?" Lin Xingyu pushed open the door and entered the room, and saw Zhang Yelin vomiting a large pool of blood again.

Frowning, he turned back and said to Donglu: "Hurry up and find a doctor, your medicine doesn't work!" ”

Donglu stuffed the medicine bottle in his hand into her hand and ran out of the door with a smoke.

"No need to find a doctor, I'm fine! It's an old problem, just rest for a few days! Zhang Yelin leaned on Lin Xingyu's arms and shook his head, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you willing to recognize me?" ”

Lin Xingyu was silent, took out the handkerchief in his arms to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and only said one sentence when he got up to leave: Take care of it!

Zhang Yelin didn't stop it, just stared intently at the closed door, his chapped lips raised slightly, and murmured softly: "Yu Niang......!" ”

"Young lady, go and see the master!" The east road stopped Lin Yuniang, who was about to go down the mountain.

Looking at Donglu's pale face, Lin Xingyu chuckled in his heart, grabbed Donglu's hand and asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"The master is dying, and the doctor said I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight." Donglu wiped her tears, and couldn't help but pull her to run to Zhang Yelin's place.

Lin Xingyu asked as he ran, "What's the matter?" Wasn't it okay just now? Why is this all of a sudden? ”

Although Zhang Yelin looks haggard and sickly, he is not suffering from an incurable disease such as cancer, and there should be nothing wrong for a while!

"My subordinates don't know, after you left, the master began to vomit blood and fell into a coma, and after the doctor took the pulse, he said that he was sick and depressed, and he couldn't get through tonight." Donglu didn't remember the lines he memorized, so he vaguely blamed the problem on the doctor.

It was precisely because of the stammering of Donglu that Lin Xingyu believed it a little.

Before entering the house, I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a doctor walking out of the house with a medicine box on his back.

"Doctor, how's it going?" Lin Xingyu grabbed Taifu's arm and asked.

"Girl, men and women don't kiss!" The doctor was frightened by her actions.

Lin Xingyu hurriedly let go.

The doctor closed the door with one hand, shook his head with a helpless expression, and said: "That son is bent on death, even the best pill will not help him much, and heart disease still needs heart medicine!" ”

Seeing the doctor go out, she took a deep breath and stepped into the room again.

"You're still so young, why are you bent on dying?" Lin Xingyu looked at the man who was struggling to get up, but he couldn't get up, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up and lean on himself.

Zhang Yelin's eyes were sunken, his complexion was abnormally white, he gently grabbed her hand, and still asked the same question persistently: "Are you willing to recognize me?" ”

Zhang Yelin in his memory is always a confident and arrogant attitude with the victory in his hands, and even the eyes that are brighter than Yuehua contain a radiant look all the time.

But now he is not only withered, but also looks at her with caution.

"If I keep sticking to my previous answer, are you going to let yourself decay like this?" Lin Xingyu asked with a calm face.

Zhang Yelin bent his lips, like a cold plum that is about to wither in winter, containing a sense of desolation: "It's not that I want to be like this, it's just that it's empty and cold here, which makes me feel more and more like a person." ”

Lin Xingyu opened his hand covering his heart, pushed him down on the bed, stood up by himself, and shook his head in disappointment: "Are you still the Zhang Yelin I know?" In order to survive, you could lie on your salary and pretend to be stupid for more than ten years, but now it's just a person who doesn't want you to leave you, and you don't even want your life. ”

"Ahem, ahem...!" Another long series of piercing coughs.

Lin Xingyu's heart twitched, and he went to help him up irritably: "I'm afraid of you, do you admit it, you will take medicine and live well?" ”

Zhang Yelin didn't answer, the scarlet blood stained her pale lips, looking extremely enchanting, as if she was holding her hand with all the strength of her body, lest she suddenly disappear.

"If you don't answer, I'll take you as a promise!" Lin Xingyu helped him lie down and covered the quilt.

"I still have some things to do, I'll come back to see you tomorrow, but you have to take medicine for your injuries, if I come over tomorrow you're dead, or half-dead, I... I'll treat you as if I've never known you, and I'll never care about you anymore. ”

Zhang Yelin smiled happily: "Will you come over tomorrow?" ”

"Yes, you're happy now!" Lin Xingyu said angrily.

Zhang Yelin thought of something, restrained his smile, and asked worriedly: "What about the day after tomorrow?" ”

"I'll come the day after tomorrow, I'll come the day after tomorrow, as long as I'm fine, okay?"

didn't go far from Zhang Yelin's room, and met Yuan Cheng and Pei Qing, who were together.

"What's your relationship with that little white face?" The first sentence that Yuan Cheng said carried the feeling of Xingshi asking for sin.