Yesilo's face was livid, his lips were white, his messy black hair was dancing in the wind, and his fists were clenched at his sides, making a terrifying creaking sound due to the extreme exertion.
Dean Feng Dao stepped forward in fear, trying to comfort this angry man who was in the eye of the storm and seemed to be about to explode into thousands of pieces.
"Mr. Ye|, although Miss Liuli was seriously injured, fortunately she was found in time and it is not life-threatening. Don't worry, she will definitely..."
The thin and thin Dean of Fengdao was lifted up by Yesi Luo by the collar of his white coat. His feet could not touch the ground, and he kicked his feet in the air with infinite fear.
"Tell me, why did she commit suicide?"
Fengdao: "..."
"I haven't treated her well enough. Why is she still obsessed with that damn Chu Yilun?"
Feng Dao was out of breath: "..."
"... Died for him? Is he that good? Tell me! I, Yesuluo, can't even compare to a dead man..."
Feng Dao's face turned purple, and he reluctantly squeezed out a few words: "No...it's not...uh..."
"No? What's that for? Why! Say it, say it!"
Yesi Luo seemed to have seen a sworn enemy. He pressed the wind channel against the wall and shouted hoarsely, approaching again and again, "How can I make her forget about him? How can I let her live well in this world!"
Feng Dao touched the ground with his toes, grabbed his collar with his hands, and managed to get a breath of fresh air, "Ye, night|manager, heart ailments require heart medicine, you, Irene Kay, a psychological consultant who was poached from the United States with a high salary
Master, you have returned to China. Please ask her to come over."
"A bunch of trash! They only know how to shirk responsibility, get out of here!"
Yesi Luo threw Feng Dao away violently. Feng Dao was caught off guard and staggered for several steps before he regained his balance.
"Yes, yes..." He hurriedly agreed, led several subordinates in white coats standing outside the door, and left in a hurry, almost crawling.
In the empty apartment, the strong wind roared in through the open windows and wide open doors.
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Yesilo stood upright in the middle of the strong wind, his black hair flying wildly, the straps of his nightgown were rolled loosely around his waist, half of it covering his strong chest, and the strong wind raised the lower corners of the black nightgown high.
, like a black flag flying angrily!
His cold and handsome face was like a lonely god suddenly descending into the world, and his tightly pursed lips revealed a certain aura of determination!
The day after Cheng Liuli woke up in Ye's Hospital, Cheng Qin was admitted to the emergency ward next to her because of the relapse of her old illness due to the day and night hard work taking care of her daughter and the strong mental stimulation.
At this time, five full days had passed since Cheng Liuli cut his own pulse and committed suicide.
During these five days, Yesi Luo never set foot in Cheng Liang's ward again. As for Cheng's medical expenses, he naturally never paid any attention to it.
Cheng Qin wanted to give her daughter the best treatment, because the wound on Cheng Liuli's wrist was very deep, damaging the tendons and nerves. If the joint was not done well, the left arm would have limited movement or even nerve atrophy in the future, leaving various problems.
Unimaginable sequelae.
From nerve grafting, to muscle rehabilitation, from superficial wound healing, to hourly psychological counseling.