Zhuang Mengdie was lying on the hospital bed, with an intravenous drip hanging on her left hand, and the bottle was saline. She was not sick at first, but when the doctor saw her pain, he said a lot, which made Zhuang Mengdie stunned.
I was stunned for a moment, almost believing that what the doctor said was true. Lin Xuelan also had a solemn look on her face.【】
She couldn't help but feel funny in her heart. Hospitals have always been like this. Saving lives and healing the wounded is no longer their purpose. Their only purpose is to focus on money! After talking about a lot of possibilities, they only prescribed some auxiliary medicines, or
It is something like a supplement, and it is also called euphemistically. Take good care of your body first, and then observe slowly.
However, no matter what the doctor said, at least Lin Xuelan decided to stay with her daughter in the hospital all day today. After completing all the hospital procedures, Zhuang Tianqing went back to pick up his son from school. Zhuang Tianqing also asked for leave from the security company.
At this moment, Zhuang Mengdie was alone in the ward. The drip was almost finished. Lin Xuelan helped her daughter call the nurse. Zhuang Mengdie looked at the white walls, white sheets and quilts, and six more thoughts appeared in her mind.
The tragic scenes of the past year, the banker's wife and children, the family ruined, and the exile, especially the last memory, his mother and brother died in front of him, and the infatuated man who loved him...
Thinking of this, a wave of resentment filled every cell and nerve in her body. Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but punch the table hard. Then Zhuang Mengdie heard a "click" sound, and her fist seemed to
It also falls downwards instead of stopping on the table.
Zhuang Mengdie turned her head, then took a breath of air and opened her mouth wide, as if she had seen a fantasy in the Arabian Nights!
why is that?
Just because Zhuang Mengdie punched a hole in the table, a very neat hole. Zhuang Mengdie put his fist in front of his eyes and looked at his fist in surprise.
this……
It’s really incredible!
How could such a small fist, with five slender fingers as white as green onions, smash the table into this state? It was as if he had traveled back in time six years later, so unbelievable!
Before Zhuang Mengdie could continue to be surprised, footsteps could be heard outside. Zhuang Mengdie woke up with a start and quickly spread the newspaper on the table, spread it on the table, and pressed Lin Xuelan's small bag on top.
As soon as Zhuang Mengdie finished, the door opened...