She listened to the old lady's movements, and hurriedly poked her head out of the glass door to see what was going on in the room.

The old lady is actually self-harming?

She hadn't seen anything in the old man's hand, and she was slightly relieved when she saw that it wasn't a knife.

It wouldn't be fatal, but it would hurt to prick your flesh with all your might!

The old lady whimpered and still pricked her leg.

She finally understood where the bruises on the old man's legs came from.

If you don't go in, the old man will prick himself with more scars.

Exposed, exposed, she doesn't care.

"Knock knock—"

Just as she was about to rush in, there was a knock on the door.

Without waiting for Mrs. Fang to respond, the man opened the door directly and came in, and turned on the light by the way.

The room suddenly lit up.

"Grandma Fang, what are you doing here?" Ling Rui, who wore a white coat and wore a heavenly god fan, walked quickly to the bed and snatched the triangular finch from the old lady's hand.

He wore a mask, his hairstyle was made into three or seven points, and his voice was deliberately changed, and Ling Yuxing on the balcony didn't recognize him for a while.

Mrs. Fang was immersed in a kind of vague grief, and she hadn't fully woken up yet, crying so much that her face was full of snot and tears.

Even though Ling Rui's heart was as cold as ice, he was very touched at this time, and his eyes were almost red.

Ten minutes ago, he saw that Ling Yuxing's behavior was a little abnormal, thinking that there should be something unusual in the house. So he slipped into the doctor's duty room in the dormitory building, took a white coat and put it on while the doctor was asleep, and listened to it outside the door of room 205 for a while, and he heard everything Mrs. Fang said.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived in time, otherwise she would have revealed her identity as soon as she entered, and if she attracted the doctor's attention, it would be troublesome to find security guards to detain her.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wasn't this the same doctor she met when she went out of Mrs. Fang's room last night?

Such a tall man and a heroic temperament are not something that every doctor has.

"Grandma Fang, what ideas do you have to communicate with your son, you can't keep torturing yourself in your heart." Ling Rui checked Mrs. Fang's scars, there was no bleeding, but the place where she was pierced was red, and it would turn blue in less than two hours.

Loneliness, longing to be loved, cared for, imprisoned, no freedom.

Mrs. Fang's mood, he can understand it, he can understand it.

Because he has been in this state of mind all these years.

People are social animals, but you can't just live with a bunch of people to be happy. Who doesn't want to live with their loved ones and the people they love all the time?

"Who are you?" Fang Lan wiped her tears, raised her blank face and asked him.

Haven't seen this doctor yet, the nurse last time was new, and the doctor was new too?

"Grandma Fang doesn't care who I am, I'm here to care about you, I hope you can take care of your body and don't let Mr. He worry. I believe that your wife, Mr. He, must be very distressed to see you like this in the sky. Ling Rui said a bunch of words, and usually he had few words.

Fang Lan lowered her eyes and stopped talking, her thoughts seemed to drift far away, maybe she missed her wife's life again.

He helped Fang Lan to continue to lie down, and then turned off the lights on the ceiling, leaving only one bedside lamp on.

"Sleep, don't think about anything. Everything will be fine. He crouched down and said softly. In this way, he kept squatting and humming soft music to coax the old lady to sleep.

For some reason, Fang Lan listened to his gentle and magnetic voice, calmed down inexplicably, and slowly fell asleep.