After Fu Monian left the infirmary, Dong Jiancheng approached the bedside, and he helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I didn't completely tell him about your physical condition, I just mentioned a few words." ”

Yu Huanxi closed her eyes and nodded, "Thank you, Doctor Dong." ”

Dong Jiancheng sat on the chair and let out a soft sigh in his throat, "How long are you going to hide it from him?" ”

"As long as I take good care of myself, my health will definitely get better and better, didn't Dr. Dong also tell me that?" Yu Huanxi opened his eyes, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of people, and I am not afraid." ”

Dong Jiancheng's words were choked, and the hands on his knees couldn't help but clench, "Do you know how much Mo Nian cares about you?" ”

"I know, so I'll try to survive." Her eyes were pantothenic, she looked up at the top of the wall, trying to force back the tears that were approaching the edge of her eye sockets, "Doctor Dong is too pessimistic, as long as I strengthen my body, I will definitely be fine." ”

Suddenly thinking of some scenes, Dong Jiancheng took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, he sighed, "I'll help you." ”

Outside the ward, the boy's feet seemed to be glued there, and he couldn't move them.

The bright light reflected the young man's sad face, and his slender fingers clenched so tightly that he didn't even know that he had scratched his skin.

……

Zhang Lingling was treated at school, Fu Xi was suspended from class, Xu Jinyan asked for leave today, and he went to the hospital.

Perhaps because he was afraid that someone would harm Zhang Lingling again, there were several bodyguards with high force value standing outside the ward, and people passing by couldn't help but speed up their pace.

The doctor said that Zhang Lingling had a slight concussion and needed to stay in the hospital for a while for observation.

At this time, she was leaning on the head of the bed and being fed porridge by her mother.

Knock Knock –

"Come in." Zhang's mother said without looking back.

Xu Jinyan walked into the ward with a bouquet of chrysanthemums, "Hello Auntie, I'm here to visit Zhang Xuemei." ”

Mother Zhang looked back, her eyes were awe-inspiring, "Get out!" ”

Xu Jinyan smiled lightly, "Isn't Auntie's reaction a little too aggressive?" I came to visit Xuemei Zhang with good intentions, should my aunt treat her with courtesy? ”

"Someone, get him out!"

Soon, two bodyguards came in and grabbed Xu Jinyan's arm, but then another group of black-clothed people rushed into the ward to protect Xu Jinyan.

Xu Jinyan carelessly smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, "If Auntie insists on doing so, then I don't mind letting Zhang Xuemei get hurt again." ”

Zhang's mother took a deep breath to suppress her anger.

Zhang Lingling, who was leaning on the head of the bed, said softly, "Sit, we have to talk about it sooner or later anyway." Mom, go out first, I'll be fine. ”

This is in the hospital, and I don't dare to mess around.

Zhang's mother left the ward with the bodyguard, and Xu Jinyan also let the black-clothed man next to him go out and wait first.

The door closed, Xu Jinyan put the chrysanthemum on the bedside table, "This is specially bought to pay tribute to the deceased, rest assured, it's not for you, it's for Dong Qiaoxi." ”

Every time she heard this name, Zhang Lingling would be unhappy, she didn't dare to look at the bouquet of chrysanthemums again, she always felt that it was Dong Qiaoxi sitting there.

"Fu Xi, I hope you don't pursue it anymore."

Xu Jinyan got straight to the point, he didn't mind Zhang Lingling rejecting him, anyway, he had a way to get her to agree.

Probably guessing that he came prepared, Zhang Lingling did not refuse directly, but said, "Do you want to kill me too?" ”

The corners of Xu Jinyan's lips were hooked with bloodthirsty arcs, and his shallow eyes were deep, "It seems that you still have self-knowledge." ”

"Dong Qiaoxi committed suicide by jumping off the building is her own choice, and it has nothing to do with me." Zhang Lingling raised proudly, as if he was really frank and open.