In late autumn, there are continuous rains. Although it cannot be compared with the cold winter months, the coolness it conveys is enough to make people feel cold from the limbs to the heart without finding a trace of warmth. In recent days, Wei Zhehan's body has been feeling worse every day.
, coughing repeatedly, and when the coughing fit was the worst in the hotel, I even coughed up blood.
He fainted several times, and finally the hotel room manager took him to the hospital after he fainted in the corridor.
Since he was hospitalized, apart from being drowsy after taking injections and taking medicine every day, when he is awake, he always holds his mobile phone and dials a mobile phone number repeatedly, like a robot without any consciousness...
However, no matter how he dialed, no matter how many times he repeated it, what came from the handset of the mobile phone was only the cold "power off" tone.
However, no matter how thick the autumn is and how cold the weather is, he seems to have no intention of stopping or giving up.
"Mr. Yang, this is it." When the nurse took Yang Muchen to Wei Zhehan's ward, she opened the door and saw Wei Zhehan sitting on the balcony like a puppet, motionless, and her slender eyebrows twisted deeply.
"He sits like this every day, silent, and we can't contact his family or his friends. Fortunately you are here, otherwise, you can help us contact his family and explain
Check out his situation."
Wei Zhehan was admitted to the hospital. Although his condition was not serious, he was silent and depressed every day. In the hospital, they were trying their best to treat him, but who knew that instead of being under control, he was getting worse every day?
Serious day.
This frightened hundreds of medical staff up and down the hospital. They were all panic-stricken, fearing that something might happen to Wei Zhehan in the hospital.
Yang Muchen nodded and politely thanked the nurse. Then he closed the door, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly towards the balcony.
It wasn't until he stood side by side with Wei Zhehan that he stopped.
However, Wei Zhehan seemed not to notice his presence, still staring at the distant place hazy with light rain with his eyes empty.
Yang Muchen raised his eyebrows and said in a quiet voice: "Wei Zhehan, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect that your obsession would be even stronger than before."
Wei Zhehan's pale face showed no emotion at all, he didn't even blink, he just dialed the phone number blankly.
Yang Muchen patiently tried to get married to him, but Wei Zhehan ignored him. In the end, Yang Muchen got angry and gritted his teeth: "Wei Zhehan, you've been like this since you were little.
She's a loser, just like a loser. She obviously likes Mu Wanqing, but she doesn't have any possessiveness from a man. Don't you feel upset when you see her hanging around behind my brother's back every day?! There's no need to call, because there's no need to call her.
I can’t get through, don’t you want to know what happened to Mu Wanqing recently?!”
These words finally made Wei Zhehan have some emotions and reactions. He turned his head away in confusion, raised his head slightly, looked up at the man standing aside, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why?! Wanqing has been doing it recently.
What's wrong?!"
Yang Muchen curled his lips and smiled faintly. At the same time, he glanced at him with disdain, and then said leisurely: "You also know that my brother has that ability. He can make Mu Wanqing miserable with just a move of his eyebrows. Moreover, he is in Chicheng Mall.
Over the years, I have made many enemies, and kidnapping, killing, etc. are commonplace..."