"Grandma Da Shao, you sleep for a while, I'll go next door to see the young marshal, what's the matter, Xiaoqing will guard you, just tell her."

Xia Ling looked at the young guard and replied in a low voice.

She pulled the covers and closed her eyes.

Fang Zheng retreated from the room.

And Xia Ling listened to his footsteps, he didn't lie to her, he did enter the ward next door.

Her senses were keen, and it was easy to hear what was going on in the next room.

However, the next door was very quiet, and Chen Yan didn't ask her or talk to Fang Zheng.

*

After listening for a while, there was no movement, and Xia Ling opened his eyes.

When she saw Chen Yan just now, she could see that he had feelings for her.

But......

He quickly became cold to her.

Probably because he remembered her relationship with Chen Hailin, he isolated her.

*

Chen Yan looked indifferent, but he took great care of Chen Hailin.

At the beginning, Chen Hailin insisted on studying literature, and the marshal of the Chen family held military power, so he naturally felt that reading was useless.

was so angry that he almost collapsed Chen Hailin, and finally locked him up.

If Chen Yan hadn't helped Chen Hailin, Chen Hailin, a weak scholar, would have been unable to get out of the room, and he would have escaped from the Marshal's Mansion and got on the ship abroad.

Such a person who values brotherly feelings knows that she should have been his brother-in-law.

Now this attitude is clearly to wait for Chen Hailin to come back.

Maybe he will divorce her and fulfill her and Chen Hailin, maybe he can't do it.

*

Chen Hailin will be back in about a week.

And when Xia Ling opened his eyes, he had already disguised himself as amnesia to Chen Yan.

He and she now have the status of husband and wife, and it is very convenient to act if they want to attack Chen Yan.

Once Chen Hailin comes back, I'm afraid life will be difficult.

*

Xia Ling's body was not a disease in the first place.

After hanging water in the hospital for two days, there was no major problem in my body.

The doctor gave her a discharge certificate, and at the same time, she also found that she had brain damage caused by high levels of hypoxia, referred to as ...... Amnesia.

*

This certificate is in Xia Ling's hands.

The other copy was also sent to Chen Yan, who was recuperating from his injuries.

"Amnesia?" Chen Yan leaned on the hospital bed and looked at the tabloid in his hand.

The afternoon sun was pleasant, and the man in the hospital room in a hospital gown put down the tabloid and quietly examined the medical record.

"Dr. St. John's has also treated him?"

With a cold tone, Chen Yan's handsome face had a flat expression.

He looked at Fang Zheng, and in that calm gaze, there was a kind of momentum that was flowing across the river and the sea, not angry, but mighty.

Chen Yan is not very old, now he is twenty-seven years old, and he is handsome, not as rugged as the handsome Shen family.

However, everyone in the army knew that Chen Yan's methods were ruthless, and he was afraid of this young marshal.

Fang Zheng swallowed.

"Yes! I have been diagnosed and treated, but I said that the eldest grandmother hurt her brain, unless she buys an expensive machine from abroad, and if you take a photo, other methods will not work very well. He replied in a low voice.

"Got it, let's go down." Chen Yan retracted his gaze, reopened the tabloid, and looked at the newspaper seriously

"Yes." Fang Zheng buckled his boots and stood upright, silent.

He glanced at the steaming porridge on the table next to the bed.

Only then did he dare to ask, "Young marshal, did you let her continue to deliver this porridge sent by the lady?" Or did you refuse? ”

At the mention of porridge, Chen Yan's body stiffened slightly, and he said flatly.

"If she wants to send it, let her keep sending it. I wouldn't drink it anyway. ”

Since Ren Ying was discharged from the hospital, she has lost her memory, as if the people of the Ren family told her something again.

She boiled porridge in the marshal's mansion every day, and asked Fangzheng to send it.

It's the next day.

At first, Chen Yan didn't want to pay attention to it.

But through the thermos cup, he could smell the aroma of the porridge.