Shen Zui walked slowly to Murong He's bed and grabbed his hand. His hand was as hot as a ball of fire. He said vaguely: "Shen Zui, Shen Zui..."
Murong He, Murong He, you said it was so cool to let go, but behind the scenes you endured it silently...
Tears of intoxication flowed down. This man who accompanied her through countless days and nights, it was not that she had no feelings for him, but that kind of feeling was called family affection.
"Chen Zui, I know you have reconciled with Han Jue, but I don't want you to treat Murong He so heartlessly. You don't know how Murong He treats you. Who took care of you in France when you return to China?
, who bought Zuisheng for you? No matter who you go with, when did he ever argue with you? A good man like Shen Zui shouldn't be hurt, you know? When he gets better, maybe you should find a chance to open up.
Tianchuang has made everything clear, and whether we should be friends or relatives is up to you," Su Yiran said.
"I understand, sister Yiran, have you called the doctor?" Shen Zui said with tears.
"Call, the doctor will be here in a moment," Su Yiran said
At this moment, Murong He opened his eyes, which were red and bloodshot. He smiled, and that smile was so pale: "Shen Zui, you are here. Didn't I dream?"
"No, you are not dreaming. I am here, Murong He. The doctor will be here soon, okay? Let the doctor diagnose and treat you, okay? Take medicine and give you an IV, okay? Don't let me worry about you so much, okay?"
"Will Shenzui worry about me?" Murong smiled bitterly, his body was trembling all the time.
"Well, I'm worried about you. Although we are separated, I still regard you as my brother. You are a relative to me. Of course I am worried about you getting sick." Shen Zui frowned and said
"Then I know. I can take medicine, give intravenous drips, and cooperate with the doctor. As long as you don't feel uncomfortable, I want to pretend, but in the end it's revealed. I want to be cool, but in the end I find that I can't be cool. Intoxicated, you
It's really harmful." Murong He choked and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
People who are sick are always so fragile and easily sad, especially in Murong He's current situation. How can he not be fragile when he is intoxicated? He can only use this illness to express his lack of chicness, saying
He couldn't let go because of his own illness. When he recovered, he knew that he still needed to continue to pretend to be cool and unrestrained. Seeing this woman's happiness made his heart drip with blood and pain and feel happy at the same time.
"Dong dong dong..." There was a knock on the door. The doctor must have arrived. Su Yiran opened the door. He was about thirty-two or thirty-year-old, with good features, a white medical robe, and black-rimmed glasses. He walked up to Murong
In front of He, he said: "Originally, you were so noisy yesterday, and you didn't allow me to see a doctor without taking medicine or injections. I don't want to come here now. But because we grew up together, I can only come here reluctantly."
Come on, so that I won’t feel guilty if something happens to you."
"Vince, where are all the nonsense? Move faster." Murong He's pale lips parted slightly and said
Shenzui looked at this man who was not very handsome but very good-looking. It turned out that he was Vince. He often heard Murong He mention this man, the sole heir to Wen's Travel Agency, the largest travel agency in the country.
I heard from Murong He that after graduating from college, this man resolutely refused his father's request for him to accept a travel agency and chose to be a doctor and open a hospital.
His Vince Private Clinic does pretty well, but it doesn't make any money because he often gives free clinics for free.
According to Murong He, Vince is a compassionate second-generation rich man.