Feng Zhiming held her hand and looked at the bruise on the back of her hand, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Ling Yanyan shook her head.
"It's already like this, how can it not hurt? How did Lu Zehao become a doctor? To make your hand look like this?" Feng Zhiming's lips touched her hand lightly, and he felt so distressed.
"Don't blame Zehao." Ling Yanyan knew that he was angry, and she knew that he felt distressed, but he couldn't blame anyone else. "If you want to blame, blame me. I didn't tell you, so I made my own decision."
Feng Zhiming's eyes were fixed on her thin face, "Do you still know that you have made your own decisions? I am your man. If you have anything, you can't tell me, and you still turn a deaf ear to my words. I have said that, I
Do we have to have children?" She was so disobedient and he really wanted to teach her a lesson, but the innocence and haggard look on her face made him unable to bear it, so he softened his heart.
"I'm sorry!" Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, such a warm embrace. It had been so long since she had been in such a familiar embrace. It had been so long that she almost forgot.
"Go back with me!" Feng Zhiming said domineeringly, "Let's go back now!" He hugged Ling Yanyan and started to walk out.
"No, don't!" Ling Yanyan held him tightly, with a begging look on her face.
Feng Zhiming looked down at the person in his arms, "Why don't you go back? I won't let you suffer like this here!"
Ling Yanyan smiled lightly, "I'm not suffering, not at all. Just give me a little more time, okay? Zehao said it only takes one more week."
"Are you really going to do this? It's totally unnecessary. I don't care." Feng Zhiming looked at her helplessly, stroking her pale face with his hand.
Ling Yanyan nodded, leaned quietly in his arms, and fell asleep soon after.
Feng Zhiming placed her gently on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then walked out of the ward.
"Zhi Ming." Ling Yunxiang walked up to him, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Are you okay? Where is Yanyan?"
"She's asleep." Feng Zhiming turned his head and looked at Lu Zehao, "Let's talk."
Lu Zehao and Feng Zhiming walked into the dean's office one after another.
"Do you want to talk to me about Yanyan?" Lu Zehao and Feng Zhiming sat face to face.
Feng Zhiming nodded lightly, "You are a doctor, why are you treating illnesses? But she turned out like that." There was doubt and questioning in his gentle tone.
"Zhi Ming, do you also know why Yanyan did this? She did it all for you. She is not in good health, but she still receives such treatment. It's all because of you! Don't you understand? She loves you too much, so
I don't want to embarrass you, and I don't want to make you worry." Lu Zehao understood Ling Yanyan's intention, couldn't Feng Zhiming understand it?
"Then what do you mean, you want me to agree to her receiving this damn treatment?" Feng Zhiming felt distressed when he thought of her pale face.
Lu Zehao looked at Feng Zhiming, "I don't have this right. Just ask yourself, do you want to watch Yanyan give up at this last critical moment after working hard for a month? Yanyan won't agree either.
, if Yanyan wanted to give up, she would not persist for a month. Do you know how this month passed? The effect of the medicine made her unable to eat anything, but she still forced herself to eat, and then there was nothing
She stopped vomiting until her stomach was empty, and then used a syringe for injection. Didn't you see the needle holes on her hands? These are the pains Yanyan endured because of her love for you."
Feng Zhiming's face became more and more ugly, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he clenched his hands into fists. "Ah!" He punched the coffee table hard and made a loud noise.
"Zhi Ming, don't be like this. Use your actions to prove that you also love Yanyan deeply. Give her the strength to support her. Give her another week, just one week." Lu Zehao comforted him.
After hesitating for a long time, Feng Zhiming nodded, then turned and walked out of the dean's office, looking at the group of people outside the dean's office door, "You all go back! Yanyan, I'll just come with you." Then he took a step.
He walked slowly towards the ward.
"Zehao, is Zhiming okay?" Yan'er looked at Feng Zhiming's back and asked Lu Zehao.
"I think he should be fine, you all should go back!" Lu Zehao touched Yan'er's head, "Did Zhi Ming scare you just now?" She still looked scared.
"Of course I'm afraid, don't you know? When he called yesterday, he asked me to tell her about Yanyan. I didn't tell him. He said that if I lied to him, he would make the Lu family disappear within a day."
He held Lu Zehao's hand tightly, still shaking slightly.
Lu Zehao hugged Yan'er, "Okay, isn't everything okay now? Go back quickly and take care of Hanghang and Yiyi."
Lu Hairong left the hospital with Lin Xiulan and Yan'er. "Zehao, Yanyan still needs to take medicine today. I'm going to help Yanyan prepare some porridge." Ling Yunxiang also walked out of the hospital. He should rest assured that You Ming is here.
Feng Zhiming sat beside the bed. Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and looked at him, "Zhiming."
"I'm here." Feng Zhiming raised the position of the bed so that she could lean on it.
"Are you still angry?" Ling Yanyan asked softly, reaching out and taking his big hand.
Feng Zhiming sighed slightly, "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself."
Ling Yanyan's eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, "Zhi Ming, am I your favorite and most important person?"
"Of course!" Feng Zhiming nodded affirmatively.
"Then you're not angry with me anymore, why are you still angry with yourself? I feel bad for you." Ling Yanyan took his hand and put it on her heart.
Feng Zhiming's lips pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Okay, don't be angry."
At this time, Lu Zehao walked in, "It seems that you two have reconciled."
"Ze Hao." Ling Yanyan shyly buried her face in Feng Zhiming's chest.
"Okay, let's start today's treatment." As soon as Lu Zehao finished speaking, another expert doctor and nurse walked in.
Ling Yanyan stood up from his arms and said, "Zhi Ming, you go out first, I'll be fine in a moment." She didn't want him to see her pain.
"Ling Yanyan, you forgot what you said and drove me away?" How could Feng Zhiming leave? How could he let Ling Yanyan receive treatment alone in the ward?
"That's not what I meant." Ling Yanyan hurriedly explained when she heard that Feng Zhiming was getting angry, "That's because..."
"It's okay if you don't mean it like that. I'll stay with you." Feng Zhiming sat down beside her bed.
The nurse poured the liquid from each bottle into the syringe and handed it to Lu Zehao.
Lu Zehao looked at Ling Yanyan and said, "Yanyan, today, I'm going to inject something on my arm. It may hurt more. Please bear with it."
"Yes." Ling Yanyan nodded, but she was timid in her heart, and the pain on the back of her hand was excruciating. On her arm, the pain would only increase, not decrease.
Feng Zhiming looked at nearly ten syringes placed there one by one. It was really hard for him to imagine that Yanyan could really bear it alone?
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