"I am your husband, a husband who is rightfully employed, and I have been hired ......"

"Get out of you, Feng Zhaoyi is your concubine, and I'm not Feng Zhaoyi. You have to distinguish clearly, we have nothing to do with it now......"

He looked at her annoyed and angry, if it didn't matter, what was it that he had been with her in Zhaoyang Hall for so long? At that time, she knew that she was Feng Feng, right? Is this also called "nothing to do with it"?

He finally felt a little bit back, and didn't continue to argue with her, his eyes turned to the tube hanging from his arm and the drops of potion that were dripping down, and asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

Seeing that he was sick, and he was also a little uneasy in his heart, Feng Fengshou laughed and scolded angrily, and his attitude was surprisingly good: "Infusion." Cold and fever, so that the fastest to get better. ”

"Oh. When will that end? ”

"In another two hours, when the drip is finished, you can go."

After tossing like this, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, she looked at the more violent morning sun after the rain, and then looked at Li Huan's gradually improving complexion, touched his forehead, it was not so hot, and said, "It's a lot better now, right?" You've been tossing for so long, you're hungry, aren't you? I'll go buy some and come back early, you lie down well, you'll be fine soon......"

Her hand was so soft on her forehead, Li Huan looked at her in surprise with an almost gentle expression, this fierce and stingy woman didn't mention money for the first time, and she didn't scold - her illness has to cost her a lot of money, right?

"You wait, I'll be back soon."

Her voice was still gentle, and he was stunned, forgetting to answer her.

The hallway was filled with the smell of potions and diseases peculiar to hospitals, and it seemed that all that was wafting through the air was all kinds of bacteria. Feng Feng thought that if he stayed in the hospital for a long time, he was afraid that he would have to get sick even if he was not sick.

Suddenly I remembered that those doctors had stayed in the hospital all day, but they were not sick, so I smiled a little dumbly.

However, soon, I was uneasy and anxious in my heart, Li Huan's cold infusion cost more than 600 yuan, the damn hospital, it was dark, the poor poor man really couldn't afford to get sick, and the herbs were sold to you for the price of gold bars. Alas, what a world.

Now I have less than 500 yuan left in total, and although the two plans that have been handed over can earn more than 20,000 yuan, it will take almost a month to get the money. The two of them have to live with this 500 yuan for more than a month, and if there is any accident, it will really be a problem to make ends meet.

Suddenly I feel tired—it's the kind of helpless tiredness!

Extremely tired of being at a loss for the future.

After coming out of the ward, through the outpatient hall, one building ahead is the cafeteria.

The long queue for registration had long since thinned out, and soon, she was about to walk out of the hall.

On the opposite side, a group of people surrounded a doctor in a white coat, as if discussing the condition of an important patient.

She didn't pay much attention to it, and moved out of the way a little.

The group of people was about to walk by, when her eyes suddenly fell on the white-clothed doctor in the middle—

I had never seen a man wear a white coat so handsomely, as if even a straw mat wrapped around him would be dressed by him in glittering silk.

His posture is as tall as Chu Feng's cultivation of bamboo, his facial features are like a knife carving and axe, his eyebrows are handsome, his cheeks are cold, and a small part of his neck is faintly exposed, which is so soft and fair, and has a light brown youthful and healthy color.

There was a "buzz" in his head, and his whole body was like a lightning strike, and he almost ran over on his own with his feet almost without the command of his brain, and the crying voice was almost not a normal person's voice: "Gaya, you are still alive...... You're not dead, Gaya, you're here...... So you're ...... here."

Everyone was amazed, and the doctor in the white coat also recruited him. His waist was hugged tightly by the woman who rushed out of nowhere, and soon, he felt his chest moisten, and it was her tears that soaked his clothes.

He was at a loss: "Uh...... This young lady ...... Did you recognize the wrong person? ”

Feng Feng's hands hugged him tighter, and he cried so much that he couldn't speak.

Everyone looked at him in surprise: "Doctor Ye, who is she?" ”

Doctor Ye shook his head and tried to reach out and pull her hand away: "Miss, Miss......"

Feng Feng finally let go of his hand, and Dr. Ye breathed a sigh of relief, immediately took a step back, and said gently: "Miss, you recognize the wrong person......

"Am I the wrong person? How could I recognize the wrong person? Gaya, isn't that you? ”

That eyebrows, that look, such a gentle tone, and a slightly smiling look are the same Gaye that I have seen many times in my midnight dreams, how could I be wrong?

"My name is Ye Jia, Miss, are you alright?"

Ye Jia? Gayba?

Feng Feng looked at him excitedly: "Jia Ye, I'm Feng Feng, Feng Miaolian, don't you remember me?" Family Temple? There is also a pasture at the junction of Weishui and Jingshui......"

Ye Jia shook his head, looking at this incoherent woman, with a gentle expression and a little pity: "Miss, I don't know you......"

A man next to him was very anxious, and when he saw the woman who recognized the wrong person, he was pestering, and urged impatiently: "Doctor Ye, let's go." ”

Ye Jia nodded, looked at Feng Feng gently, shook his head, and left with everyone.