The lights turned on, and Zong Zhenglie's handsome face appeared in front of him.
"Zong Zhenglie?! You...why are you at my door?"
His tall figure was seen shaking a few times, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang".
"Hey! Zong Zhenglie!"
Sheng Xin rushed over and grabbed his clothes, but he still fell to the ground, his handsome face red.
"What's wrong with you?" Didn't he go back to the army?
"I...take me to the hospital first..."
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Sheng Xin really doesn't understand why the number of visits to the hospital has increased so much since she met Zong Zhenglie!
When I was a kid, I was always injured and ended up in the hospital, but when I grow up, I still end up in the hospital for various reasons!
"Doctor, how is he?" Zong Zhenglie was still sleeping in the infusion room. Sheng Xin quickly grabbed the doctor and asked about the situation.
The doctor just shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just a fainting caused by a high fever. You'll be fine after taking a rest."
"High fever?" Sheng Xin raised his eyebrows, "How could he have such a strong body and have a fever?"
The doctor raised his head and glanced at her, "All doctors who specialize in cancer have died of cancer. Why can't he have a high fever?"
"...."
Sheng Xin was choked by the doctor's sharp words and became speechless. She could only purse her lips and sit on the chair next to Zong Zhenglie's bed.
Zong Zhenglie was on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, and his thin lips were a little white.
She sighed and suddenly felt that it was not good for a man and a woman to be alone together at night. She took out her mobile phone and planned to call Zong Zhengchen to come over.
But after ringing several times, he didn’t even answer!
The probability of this happening was so rare that Sheng Xin was a little afraid that something had happened to him.
I sent a message and just after it showed that it was sent successfully, the man on the bed suddenly moved.
Sheng Xin quickly moved his face closer and said, "Hey, Zong Zhenglie, are you dead or alive?"
Zong Zhenglie opened his eyes in a daze, his dark eyes were a little unhappy, but because of the fever, he felt a little weak, "Alive... you are not dead yet..."
"You're still arguing with me when you have a fever!" Sheng Xin rolled his eyes, "By the way, aren't you in the army? Why did you suddenly go to my door?"
Suddenly, she thought of a possibility, "You...are you here to stop me from getting married?"
Zong Zhenglie smiled sickly and raised his thin lips, "Yes...I said, my words never count..."
"..." Sheng Xinhuo stood up and took a few steps back, "Zong Zhenglie, are you done? I have told your brother everything about us. If you are not afraid of talking to him,
If they turn against each other, just stop it!"
Zong Zhenglie still had a needle stuck in his hand, but he still struggled to sit up. His handsome face was pale, but he tried hard to smile mischievously.
"Sheng Xin, do you think I'm afraid?"
Sheng Xin froze completely. After a few seconds, she turned around and left.
When Zong Zhenglie saw it, he quickly went over to stop her.
"Well--"
A muffled groan.
Sheng Xin subconsciously turned around and saw a bloody stain on the back of Zong Zhenglie's left hand. The needle had been pulled out and scratched his skin.
"Zong Zhenglie! Are you crazy?" She quickly went back to find tissues to wipe his blood.