Yu Sinian tentatively stretched out his foot and walked closer to him for half a meter.

Very good, no signs of attack.

"Fu Shao, are you sober?"

Fu Yaojue didn't answer his words, he sat up, rubbed his temples that were a little swollen because he had slept for too long, looked left and right, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be something missing here.

"Have I been here since my lord's consciousness slumbered?"

Yu Sinian briefly talked about what happened after he fell into a coma, but subconsciously hid Li Manman's participation.

Fu Xuanjue has subconsciously relied too much on Li Manman, which is not a good thing for his condition, so Yu Sinian can only say sorry to Li Manman in his heart.

In the brain of a mother-fetal single dog psychiatrist, the mental health of his own patient is always in the first place, and the feelings of the husband and wife are not in his consideration.

And I don't know if there was a tacit understanding, Yu Sinian didn't say it, and Jiang Chongjin, who came on a business trip with him, didn't say it.

Fu Yujue picked up her mobile phone and stared at the communication record for a long time, and found that he could only receive Li Manman's calls and messages a week ago, and she hadn't called him in the past week, and she hadn't sent a single message.

The most recent call came from the old man.

Fu Xuanjue's eyes were heavy, and the corners of her lips pursed unconsciously.

Yu Sinian and Jiang Chongjin left very interestingly.

It was sleet again in LN City, and the snow fell on the glass windows, and in an instant, it melted and condensed into droplets.

The man stood by the window in his pajamas, and could feel a slight chill outside the window, and there was a communication prompt from the mobile phone.

After a long time, the communication was automatically hung up, and the other party was not connected.

Fu Yaojue pushed the tip of her tongue against her cheeks, suppressed the irritability that rose in her heart for a moment, and beat again, but no one answered.

Only then did he call Zhao Di without giving up.

Zhao Di picked up quickly, but his voice was hoarse and his tone was tired, and when he heard Fu Yaojue's voice, he was instantly surprised, and his speed of speech was a little faster.

Zhao Di said all the important things after Fu Yaojue's consciousness fell asleep, and Fu Yaojue didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he couldn't help but interrupt: "What about Madam?" ”

Zhao Di was stunned for a moment, then reacted and replied: "Ms. Zhong Linglong suddenly became critically ill last night, and Mrs. Zhong has been staying outside the ward. ”

"Critically ill ......" Fu Yaojue frowned, she had just been critically ill once when he remembered, and how long had it been since she was critically ill again.

Sensing the displeasure in Fu Yujue's tone, Zhao Di immediately said: "A number of experts have been invited for consultation, but the cause of Ms. Zhong's sudden decline has not been found, so she can only be treated conservatively." ”

Fu Yaojue closed her eyes, "Give me a ticket to return home tonight." ”

"Yes." Zhao Di paused, "Do you want to call the old man, you have been in a coma for half a month, and the old man seems to be a little unable to sit still." ”

"I see." Fu Yaojue hung up the phone after speaking, but instead of calling the old man as Zhao Di thought, he threw the phone aside, put his hands in his pockets and watched the snow outside the window.

When he woke up this time, he didn't need Yu Sinian to say anything, he felt that his spirit was much lighter, and the feeling of wanting to kill people who were irritable all the time was reduced.

Yu Sinian once said that after his main consciousness fell asleep, the targeted treatment might work well, but he proposed the treatment plan after he fell ill in college, and he never got sick again after that, and now it seems that his idea is right.

I just don't know why.

Fu Yaojue brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead to the back of her head with one hand, revealing dark eyes as sharp as a falcon, and doubts and inquiries flashed through them.

He always felt that something was wrong, a secret and unspeakable sense of dissatisfaction lingering in his heart, what he wanted.

What do you want?