It's Zhao Hexuan.

He looked at her with obvious disgust and disdain, and said coldly, "Drink the soup." ”

Her eyes were sore and sore, but she said, "Okay, thank you." ”

"Do you have a heart or liver as a woman, and how did you survive as vicious as you."

Mu Kite was stunned, and his heart was torn again.

I heard the other party say ruthlessly, "You are so ruthless, you even want Lingling's life in your dreams!" ”

She was stunned again, he—what did he say?

It turned out that the dream she had just now was accidentally said?

Thinking of the trick, she pulled the corners of her mouth miserably, and hooked a smile that was uglier than crying.

When people are completely disbelieved, the other party will become more and more unscrupulous.

The old man's words are not groundless.

And as it turns out, it is.

Silently exhaling deeply, she said, "Hexuan, you have long lost trust in me, have you?"

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold, and he fell straight on her, and his tone did not have a trace of warmth, "Where are you worthy of my trust?" ”

Her heart tightened suddenly, the smile on the corner of her mouth became even lighter, and she lifted the lid of the thermos box, and the aroma of thick soup overflowed the entire ward.

Pork liver soup.

In the insulated box, which is divided into two parts, the equipment is all blood replenishing.

The soup was a little painful in her nose and her throat was nauseous, and she slammed the lid shut.

"Take this soup."

After she finished speaking, her eyes didn't stay on Zhao Hexuan, her body slid down, and she lay down on the hospital bed again, and the quilt was pulled up, but she was blocked.

She opened her eyes to look over, but she happened to see a pair of cold eyes.

The other party said sharply, "Mu Yuanke, don't pretend to be dead for me, hurry up!" ”

The head exploded painfully.

But it's less than one-tenth the size of the heart.

She, pretending to be dead?

Chen Lingling needed a blood transfusion, and he remembered it clearly, she couldn't smell anything fishy, so he ignored it at will?

The throat suddenly became fishy, as if the blood left by the washing and tearing of the heart poured upwards together.

Holding back the discomfort, she said, "I'm really uncomfortable, I can't smell the fishy smell." If you think so, I can only think whatever you want. ”

Then, she added, "Anyway, you don't believe what I say." ”

Her tone was weak and pitiful.

However, the other party is hard-hearted.

Zhao Hexuan's face was filled with anger, this woman was so weak that she was about to die, and she didn't drink the tonic medicine, did she want to boil this body to the point of exhaustion?

She, how dare she?

And why threaten him so swaggeringly?

"You drink the soup, don't leave it behind."

Mu Kite was unmoved.

Zhao Hexuan frowned, raised his hand and opened Mu Yuanke's mouth and poured it in, her throat was already uncomfortable, this time she choked on her uncontrollable cough, and the soup was left along the corner of her mouth.

"Ahem"

The impatience on Zhao Hexuan's face was even worse, and he took out a tissue to wipe his hands in disgust.

"Want to die? It's not that easy, as long as the spirit still needs you, you have to give me life. ”

The door was slammed shut, and only the shattered enamel spoon was left on the ground.

Her heart was almost unconscious, but this time, she was still crying in tears.

The last time she cried, it seemed that she was still young at the time, Zhao Hexuan gave her a piece of candy, she accidentally dropped the candy, rolled twice in the muddy water, she sat on the ground, crying hoarsely.

And this time, it was for Zhao Hexuan again.

Her tears, even if they are so worthless, every time the levee bursts, it is for this and that person.

But in that man's heart, he has never had her place.

In his heart, there is only Chen Lingling.

How could she be so delusional, she was the only one who would be treated like this by Zhao Hexuan, and Chen Lingling would always laugh.

Zhao Hexuan stayed in the corridor for a while.

Hearing the nurse's footsteps hurrying towards Mu Yuanke's ward, his heart, as if stung by something, suddenly constricted.

He turned back. Stared at the nurse without blinking.

He felt his vocal cords cry out as if he were out of control, "You go to that ward." ”

"Sir, it's 902."

Isn't that exactly-

"What's wrong with the patient inside?"

"The patient has allergies and is being rescued."

After saying that, he ignored this big customer, and hurriedly pushed the door open and entered the ward.

Zhao Hexuan stood there, his face gloomy.

This vicious woman actually committed suicide in order not to save Chen Lingling?

When Mu Yuanke opened her eyes in confusion and experienced a thrilling rescue, her body was even weaker and terrible.

There was a familiar white expanse in front of her, her eyes changed slightly, and her fingers pinched her flesh.

Painful.

But in front of me, it was still a thick white.

Reach out and touch.

It seems to be — the feeling of gauze.

What's wrong with her?

The door was pushed open, as if someone had come in, and her eyes were so white that she couldn't see anything.

I can only listen intently, "Who are you?" Zhao Hexuan? ”

The man's footsteps were soft, and he walked towards her, and she looked alarmed, her fingers clenched the man's sleeve and went up her arm, and some hope rose in her destroyed heart, which was about to lose its color.

"Hexuan, my eyes don't seem to be able to see."

The man was silent, letting his hands rest on his body, the warmth of which seemed to reach his nerve centers through unexpectedness.

Straight to the heart.

The doctor pushed open the door of the emergency room and calmly informed him, "I'm sorry Mr. Zhao, the patient's eyes have been greatly damaged and may not be able to see in the future." ”