The woman in his arms didn't look like a human being. Her face was pale and bluish due to hunger, her brows were deeply furrowed, her long eyelashes were drooping, her red lips were so dry that she seemed to have lost all the moisture, and her dull skin lingered quietly.
Above her, her body was as light as a bed of cotton wool, as if it had lost all of its weight.
"Fu Xiaonian, Fu Xiaonian—" He shouted the name of the woman in his arms loudly and patted her face vigorously. The latter still didn't make any movement, as if she had died quietly.
Frightened, Yorkson put his finger on her nose and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was still breathing.
Without any further hesitation, Yorkson quickly carried Fu Xiaonian and walked out of the room, while instructing the housekeeper next to him: "Hurry up and contact Dr. Yake to help Madam go through the hospitalization procedures! Hurry up!"
Madam? The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then he understood who the lady Yorkson was talking about?
Yorkson has a legitimate wife. In principle, the other wives who have been married for more than a dozen times can only be called mistresses, even Fu Xiaonian is no exception. Because of this, in Chinese law, Yorkson and Fu Xiaonian are called mistresses.
Nian, they are not considered husband and wife at all, and do not have any title of husband and wife.
I am afraid that only Yorkson's orthodox wife can call her "Mrs."
But the housekeeper actually said that Fu Xiaonian was his wife - the housekeeper had something in his mind, so he quickly called.
In the VIP ward of the hospital, Yorkson stood beside the bed, and Dr. Yake and his assistant were recording the condition.
Fu Xiaonian was lying quietly on the bed. He had just received a nutritional injection and his complexion was slightly better than when he entered the hospital. However, his mouth, which was always chirping, was tightly closed. His whole person was surprisingly quiet. Yorkson actually
Smiling bitterly, it would be great if she could always stay by his side so quietly.
"Master!" After Yake recorded the data, he handed the medical record to the nurse on the side. The nurse stepped back and the housekeeper was outside the door. There were only three people in the ward who were quiet. Even so, Yorkson could still get out of Yake's
There was dissatisfaction in his expression.
"How many days has she been without eating or drinking?" Yake asked honestly.
"Three days," Yorkson's lips were also a little dry, and his words were unusually hoarse.
"Master, do you like this girl?" Yake saw through their relationship at a glance. To be precise, this girl is already Yorkson's tenth wife. They had a wedding earlier. Yake thought in his eyes,
Marriage should have nothing to do with emotions, especially for people like Yorkson.
"I don't know," said Yorkson, who is almost fifty years old. He has never loved anyone, and no one has told him what love is. Besides, he is so much older than her, and he is old enough to be her father. He is nothing.
Young guys still expect unrealistic things like love. When dealing with Xiaonian for the first time, they may just have a plaything and doll mentality and think this girl is very interesting.
Yake was silent. These were things that had nothing to do with him. Yorkson didn't like people asking him too many questions. If it weren't for the fact that he was his personal doctor, he might not have been able to wait for these answers. He immediately entered the topic and said: "Master, she
Her physical condition is very poor. I estimate that her body must have been severely damaged earlier, and these people's refusal to eat or drink has completely worn down her body."
"Well, I know," Yorkson looked at Fu Xiaonian on the bed intently. The longer he looked, the harder it was to pull away from her body. Yorkson closed his eyes and quickly turned to look at Yake, "Yake
, maybe she will trouble you in the future." In the current situation, Fu Xiaonian is hospitalized and receives nutritional injections every day, which should be the best result.
"I still have things to do, let's go."
Yorkson hurried towards the door of the room, and just when he was about to turn the doorknob, Yake's voice sounded behind him, "Master, don't you plan to let her go?"
There was a suffocating silence, and veins bulged on the palm of Yorkson's hand holding the doorknob.
Yake considered it and said: "Her health is very bad. If she continues like this, you may not see her healthy anymore." Nutritional injections can temporarily maintain a person's body functions, but they are not a solution in the long term.
The doorknob turned open and Yorkson walked out without saying a word, but Yake felt his overwhelming anger.
If I asked you what can be changed in three months, what would your answer be?
If you don't know, let me tell you.
In three months, there are not only nearly one hundred days out of the three hundred and fifty-six days in a year, but also in three months, there are nearly one hundred sunrises and sunsets in nearly one hundred days.
Three months is very short, but three months is very long. Three months is enough to change a lot of things, such as a relationship, the most sincere love.
We were all young once, and we once vowed to pursue the happiness we wanted, and dreamed of being with someone, but we didn't know that all of this could only be defeated by fate in the end.
Yes, it's already three months later.
It was still the VIP ward. Yorkson opened the door and went in. He saw Fu Xiaonian lying quietly on the hospital bed, motionless and silent. It seemed that he heard him coming, so he turned around slightly and turned his back.
Leave it to him.
In the past three months, Fu Xiaonian's condition has gotten much better. He can start drinking water, eating, and no longer needs nutritional injections. The only thing that remains unchanged is that every time Yorkson comes, Fu Xiaonian ignores him.
No matter what, he doesn't have a good face, and what's worse, like now, he turns over.
"Fu Xiaonian——" Yorkson said in a hoarse voice. In the past three months, he would take a few hours to go to the hospital to accompany her every day after dealing with official duties or whether he was busy, but she never paid attention to him.
But Jockson was no longer angry at the beginning. As it is now, even if Fu Xiaonian was so disrespectful to him, he didn't feel anything at all.
It was he who broke her wings with his own hands and tied her to him cruelly, whether she wanted to or not.
Three months, he gave her three months, he thought she would compromise, she would give in, but it was not until this moment that Yorkson understood that if this girl was not so special, how could he have done it because of it?
It is not in line with his nature as a businessman for a woman to agree to that marriage, because that business marriage is of no benefit to him.
He agreed lightly.
He didn't understand what it was at the time, but maybe he's starting to understand now. It's just that it was too late, too late. He had made some mistakes and it was too late to make up for it.
"Fu Xiaonian, this is the last time I call you," Yorkson's weak voice was filled with relief, and Fu Xiaonian's thin back moved.
After three months, her already thin body had become even thinner. The back facing him was so thin that it seemed like there was only one backbone left.
"I have decided to set you free!" He breathed a sigh of relief before announcing this decision, which for Xiao Nian would undoubtedly make snow fall from the sky.