Chapter 112

"I prescribed him depression medication in the morning and he didn't take it. The doctor frowned, "You can't do it without taking medicine!"

Mrs. Fu: "I'll have a good talk with him tomorrow." ”

Doctor: "I heard that he listens to Qin An'an's words more, or ......"

"No, she is responsible for my son's appearance. This woman will only bring misfortune to my son!" said Mrs. Fu emotionally.

The doctor declined to comment.

He is only responsible for Fu Shiting's physical condition.

"I know you didn't mean to speak for Qin An'an...... Let's talk about it tomorrow and see if he listens to me. Mrs. Fu quickly compromised.

She hopes that her son will get better soon, and the rest can be put aside.

......

After Qin An'an took a bath, he walked to the window and looked at the snow outside.

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The ground was already white, as if wrapped in a layer of silver, and the night suddenly brightened a little

An impulse came up in my heart.

She picked up her mobile phone and wanted to call Fu Shiting.

I want to hear his voice.

After thinking about it, she was afraid that he wouldn't answer the phone, so she changed to send him a voice message.

Even if you can't hear him, let him listen to her voice and let him know that she actually remembered him all along.

After sending the voice, she walked to the living room, took out the wool, and began to knit the sweater.

The world is quiet, and the heart is immersed in it.

At two o'clock in the night, Fu Shiting was awakened by a nightmare.

His forehead was covered with hot sweat, and his eyes were full of rare panic.

These days, he dreams every night that he is dead.

It's not the scariest thing.

The terrible thing is that in the dream, his body is incomplete, his flesh and blood are blurred, and his face is unrecognizable.

He's turned into a puddle of rotten meat!

Surrounded by only flies and bed bugs.

Every time he woke up, he was disgusted with himself!

He finds the phone, opens it, and looks at the time.

Fingers accidentally clicked on WeChat, and Qin Anan's avatar appeared in his eyes.

His fingers trembled as he clicked on her dialog box and saw her voice.

He clicked on the voice, and her voice flowed—

I heard that you were discharged from the hospital today, and I hope you will recover quickly! I want to call you, but I am afraid that it will disturb you, so I will send you a voice message. Let's show you the snow on my side!

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Clicking on the picture, he saw a field of snow.

His Adam's apple moved, and the shadow of the nightmare was suppressed.

He clicked on her voice over and over again, listening to her clean and crisp voice, and his heart, which was controlled by the disease, gradually became peaceful.

A week later.

Fu Shiting appeared in ST Group.

He was in a wheelchair with a light woolen blanket on his legs.

His face was as cold and noble as ever, exuding an aura that no one could approach.

Without looking at his legs, it's hard to imagine that he almost died half a month ago.

After he entered the office, his assistant Zhou Ziyi immediately reported to him.

At the end of the report, Zhou Ziyi asked, "Boss, what do you want to drink?"

Fu Shiting's thin lips lightly opened: "Coffee." Call Tang Qian. ”