"Don't you wish them well? I can guarantee that that girl will not let him go and make him feel uncomfortable. Only that girl can make him recover well."
"If she was really so good at hurting people, Aye wouldn't have a fever. Auntie said that when she went there, she saw Aye sleeping on the sofa, and she was covered with a suit. The air conditioner in the house was turned on so much, Jian Jian
If I feel sorry for him, I will turn off the air conditioner when he falls asleep."
"You also like the wife you have here."
The old lady reminded her.
"Yes, I like it myself, but mom, don't you realize that Jian Jian is really not as good as before now? In the past, she took care of A Ye's emotions more and would endure hardships for A Ye. It doesn't matter no matter how much she suffers.
As long as Aye is good, but look at it now, she wants to be free and live an unrestrained life, she..."
"Which one of us doesn't live a free life? I didn't wrong myself when I married your father. Did you ever let yourself suffer the slightest injustice when you married your husband? Why should she have to wrong herself from the beginning to the end?"
The old lady asked again.
Wang Yue: "..."
"Ayue, we women should make ourselves happy. Jian Jian has been wronged for so many years, isn't it enough?"
"..."
"How would you feel if Yanqing was wronged at her husband's house?"
"I know you think I'm selfish, and I also know it was difficult for her before, but Mom, I just feel sorry for Aye."
Wang Yue naturally understands Zhuo Jian's difficulties, but her son is the meat that has fallen off her body. She can usually say a few words to him for their marriage. She suffers from her parents' body and skin, and her son's discomfort is her discomfort.
"Don't I feel bad when you look at my son's face all day long? As a mother-in-law, you should be patient. After all, it is their significant other who will accompany the child throughout his life."
"Since you said so, I won't go."
Wang Yue was still moved by the old lady, but when she remembered that her son had a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius, she couldn't help but sigh with distress.
The old lady is very satisfied with Wang Yue's point of view. He is straight-tempered, but he can make sense.
In the hospital, Fu Yanye had been sent to a high-end ward and given antipyretics.
Zhuo Jianshou watched the nurse come to draw blood out of the way, feeling a little burning in his heart and brain.
I'm just afraid that he had side effects from trying too many medicines.
The doctor who tried the medicine on him also came and conducted a detailed examination in front of his bed. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Jian: "How long has he been like this?"
"I just discovered it this morning."
Zhuo Jian thought about it and felt guilty.
The doctor glanced at her and then said: "The blood has been drawn, let's wait for the results."
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay if we work hard, as long as your husband gets rid of his fever as soon as possible."
Boss Fu also has a great say in this hospital.
Zhuo Jian said no more. After sending the doctor away, she went back and stood in front of the hospital bed to look at him.
It was quite strong last night, why not this morning?
"Zhuo Jian."
He murmured.
Zhuo Jian didn't hear it clearly, and even thought she was hallucinating. She bent down slightly and saw that his lips didn't move, but her eyes wetted unknowingly.
What are you yelling about?
Her mobile phone lit up on the cabinet beside her bed. She picked it up when she saw it. It was Jian Qian, "I'm asking for leave today."
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Jian Qian asked her a little worriedly.
"Fu Yanye has a fever."
"Ah, oh, okay, then you should also pay attention to rest."
When Jian Qian heard that Fu Yanye was not feeling well and asked for leave, she had nothing else to say and hurriedly hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian sat next to him and touched his forehead from time to time.
But it was still very hot after touching it several times, so she kept staring at him.