The focus of the Zhanyan is not on encountering the game company, because Zhuang Mingyue, Zhanyan suddenly came, and the whole company was facing a great enemy.

Zhanyan investigated this incident personally, and the meaning of the incident began to become serious.

After Qi Cheng communicated with Kevin, the current company leader of the encounter game company, he immediately found an employee of Zhuang Mingyue's design department.

Qi Cheng said again: "The public relations department has already withdrawn the news from the plagiarism of the eldest lady."

"President?" Qi Cheng looked at the person who was already sitting with his cell phone, not knowing what happened again.

Since they came to France, most of their time has been wasted on Zhuang Mingyue. Now they have to do something small, and their original plan has been completely disrupted by her.

Zhanyan picked up the call from the hotel and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, "What's the matter, say!"

The hotel manager said hesitantly, "Mr. Zhan, Miss Zhuang has not eaten yet. The hotel staff were worried about Miss Zhuang's situation and when she arrived at the room, she had already fainted in the cloakroom."

Zhan Yan suddenly exuded a cold breath, "How is her condition now?"

The hotel manager said: "Ms. Zhuang is awake, but... she still refuses to eat now."

Zhanyan hung up the phone, turned sideways, and a layer of white frost condensed between his eyebrows and eyes, "If you find out what happened today, I will go back to the hotel."

Qi Cheng hurriedly said, "But at 1:00 pm, there will be an important banquet."

“Turn off.”

The banquet only left two words, and the person had already walked out, leaving only Qi Cheng alone to clean up Zhuang Mingyue's mess.

Sophir Hotel

Zhuang Mingyue lay weakly on the bed. The private doctor checked her health and asked some questions again, "Do you feel uncomfortable in this lady? Or have you ever been to the hospital for physical examination? If my diagnosis is correct, your health is a little bad now." As he said that, he took out a business card from his pocket, "If the lady believes in me, you can come to this hospital to find me, and I can do a detailed examination for you."

Zhuang Mingyue turned her eyes coldly and did not look at him. She said in a very plain tone: "I know whether my body is good or not. It's just a fainting caused by hypoglycemia. You have done a big problem."

The hotel manager who had called the phone walked into the room, "Miss Zhuang, we have called Mr. Zhan, and he will come over soon."

Zhuang Mingyue sat up with her hands on the bed, "Who asked him to call him!"

"Go out! You all go out for me!"

Zhuang Mingyue picked up the pillow and smashed it at them, "Get out of everyone, don't come in again."

Zhuang Mingyue was like a mentally ill person who was stimulating at this moment. Everyone was shocked by her actions, fearing that something would happen to her. The hotel manager gave a look to the people in the room and left the room one by one.

Zhuang Mingyue’s discouple made it extremely difficult to hang glucose for her. The patient’s illness also had a lot to do with her emotions. Instead of forcing her to feed her medicine, it would be better to adjust her emotions.

Trauma can be cured, but the wounds in the heart cannot be cured.

Zhuang Mingyue lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and even forgot to wear shoes. She was in a daze and didn't know what she was afraid of. She forced her weak body to lock the door, leaning her back against the door, fearing that anyone would come in.

With the emotional stimulation, Zhuang Mingyue's head began to hurt violently again. The pain was like thousands of ants gnawing on her brain. She bent over and grabbed her hair, blood filled her eyes, and it began to turn red. Her long and messy hair made her look like a female ghost.

In the end, the pain was so painful that Zhuang Mingyue beat his head with her fist.

Suddenly, what the doctor said came to me.

"Miss Zhuang Mingyue, I found that there is a tumor in your head, which is still benign at present. We recommend taking medicine for a while to see if the tumor can dissipate. In another three months, we will come to the hospital for a follow-up examination. If the tumor gradually grows bigger, surgery can only be recommended. The current medical level, early treatment, and the success of the surgery is still very large."

Today is actually the third month, and Zhuang Mingyue should also go for a review. But a few days ago, the days when she was found at the exhibition banquet, Zhuang Mingyue had already obtained the answer from her attending doctor.

Her brain tumors have begun to gradually deteriorate, and the cancer cells are even more serious than they think.

Look... she still can't escape the fate of her previous life.

What is the purpose of living a lifetime again?

In the end, she still couldn't escape the control of the Chanban. Since that's the case, what's the point of living?

Feeling the heat flow in the nasal cavity, Zhuang Mingyue took the medicine and immediately swallowed a few pills, stumbled, held the wall, and ran to the bathroom...

When the banquet arrived, Zhuang Mingyue was packing up the blood on the ground.

"I'll count three times and open the door."

"If you don't bear the consequences."

"Zhuang Mingyue, open the door!"

Zhuang Mingyue rarely hears Zhan Yan so angry and loses his composure. Even if he gets angry, he will never scream at her at the door, which is indecent.

Because of his identity, he is not allowed to do so.

She stared at the door quietly for a few seconds, and before he broke the door, she walked over and opened it.

With his personality, if she didn't open the door, Zhanyan might kick it open directly.

I can no longer hide and don’t have much time. It’s better to accept it calmly and make yourself more comfortable.

Outside the door was Zhang Hanche, the extremely cold face of Zhanyan. He strode into the door and closed the door with his backhand. Seeing her sick look, he didn't seem to be pretending.

He strode close, his breath was so cold that he seemed to want to swallow Zhuang Mingyue alive, "Threat it with a hunger strike? I think it can threaten me?"

The exhibition banquet now is really like a mad dog who has lost his mind.

Zhuang Mingyue looked at him but no longer had the fear of the past. Instead, her eyes were like a pool of dark pools that would not ripple again, without any spiritual energy, and without any emotion on her beautiful face. She lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled.

While bearing his anger, Zhuang Mingyue said a gentle sentence, "…Showing the banquet, I want to go home."

She wanted to go back to her mother's grave and worship once. Maybe she wouldn't know when, in the future, she... might never have a chance again.

She has been abroad for so many years, and has traveled to such a place, with the northernmost aurora and the southernmost penguins, who have survived the wind and snow, crossed the ocean, and admired countless scenery. She... has no regrets anymore.

"We'll leave tomorrow, okay?"

Zhuang Mingyue rarely speaks to him in such a tone.
Chapter completed!