Chapter 587

The door of the ward suddenly creaked intermittently, as if a constipated person was pulling a stinky smell, and there was a feeling of stasis and blockage.

The Battle Chill Lord frowned in displeasure. The already restless mood became even more restless.

His cold gaze impatiently fell to the door of the ward, and he saw a finger-wide crack open at a slow speed in a creaking sound.

It took a long time for the crack in the door to become a palm's width.

The Chill Lord's mood was tormented by the intermittent squeak, and he almost collapsed.

Strongly suppressed the anger in his heart, and took out twelve points of patience to wait for the person who opened the door.

Let him know who tortured him so much, and he will give her a good look.

At this time, there was suddenly a hand on the edge of the door, with the white rubber gloves of the hospital, looking at the small appearance of the hand, it was clearly a girl.

I have never seen a frail patient so sharp.

Yan Zhengling's timidity added a few more points, and she moved to the bedside almost step by step, encouraging herself for a long time before she had the courage to say the first sentence: "Total ...... Cut, right...... No, something went wrong with the hospital's network system...... Discharge procedures are not available for the time being. ”

After Yan Zhengling finished speaking, he couldn't wait to cut off his tongue with a knife, Nima, this excuse is too lame.

Almost immediately, Lord Warchill decided that he was a nurse.

Eyes moved to the ceiling, and a thin and more defined face appeared with a gloomy expression.

Yan Zhengling walked in lightly through the crack in the door, and saw Zhan Hanjue lying on the hospital bed, his hands pillowing behind his head, and a pair of eyes sharper than an eagle were full of impatience, staring at the ceiling fixedly.

Zhan Hanjue's gaze fell on her face fixedly, even if most of her face was covered by a mask, but the eyes outside the mask, the narrow eyeliner, the curled eyelashes, the pupils as black as a shining stone, and the willow eyebrows like distant mountains, even if they turned to ashes, he recognized them.

It's his Yan Zhengling!

That little man who is always beautiful and delicate, laughs heartlessly, and chases him and shouts "brother"!

When Zhan Hanjue heard the stammering voice, the deliberately disguised voice was mixed with a familiar sound quality that he missed day and night.

The cold eyes of the Yin Owl faintly shifted to Yan Zhengling.

Yan Zhengling lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooped, and her hands were at a loss, placed in front of her abdomen, and her fingers were intertwined.

But......

She's obviously disfigured!

Zhan Hanjue's gaze swept over the skin on her face, which was as smooth as clotted fat and as bright as jade porcelain.

It was the most beautiful scenery in his memory.

That is also the belief of his enterprising struggle in this life.

It is the only treasure he has in his heart.

Zhan Hanjue had almost guessed how she had come over the past two years.

No wonder you don't want to contact him!

Because she also knows that she has embarked on a path of no return. Hanging in the balance! She hurts, she hesitates, she feels lost about the future.

Immediately, the heart was shaken.

How many times does this have to be knifed before it can transform into Nirvana little by little?

And this is a fundamental procedure for her under the immune function.

I don't know how many times I cried secretly!

Zhan Hanjue's heart didn't feel a little warm because of her arrival, on the contrary, his heart was colder than the ice lake!

"Get out!" His lips and teeth opened lightly, and his low-magnetic voice was wrapped in sky-high anger.