"How is she now?" Xiao Ling's voice was hoarse, which was a sign of urgency.
Xiao Chen didn't say anything. He put Xiao Ling into the nanny car, said something to the driver, and was silent for a full minute.
"What's the problem between you and her?"
Xiao Ling did not answer, but asked: "How is she?"
"If the fever doesn't go away, no matter what medicine is used, it will be useless. If she continues like this tonight, she will burn herself to death. Do you understand?" Xiao Chen stared into Xiao Ling's eyes.
At this moment, the usually cold eyes showed panic. He clasped Xiao Chen's shoulders tightly and said in disbelief: "Are you not talking nonsense?"
"Are you talking nonsense? Just go to the hospital together and you'll find out! Ye Ziluo, I don't care what level you are with her. You must have heard clearly that she is a good woman. Her feelings for you are absolutely true. If there is anything you can't say,
, she must have some troubles! If you hurt her twice, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Xiao Chen said, pushing Xiao Ling and not saying another word.
Xiao Ling stared at Xiao Chen's face. He could see that Xiao Chen was really angry now.
He had investigated Ye Feifei and knew that Ye Feifei and Xiao Chen had a deep relationship, so he was not jealous of Xiao Chen's concern for Ye Feifei. Now he just wanted to know if Ye Feifei was really that serious.
If so, what should he do?
This was the first time Xiao Ling asked himself this question. He found that he had become less confident and more sensitive at this moment.
Twenty minutes later, hospital.
When Xiao Ling came in, He Zegang had Ye Feifei wipe her body with alcohol, and Leng Qianjun was sitting on the bench in the corridor with a solemn expression.
"How is the situation now?" Xiao Chen asked He Ze.
He Ze pinched his eyebrows and shook his head at Xiao Chen and Xiao Ling, "The fever has reached 41 degrees. This guy really wants to burn himself to death!"
When Xiao Ling heard this, his face became terrifyingly gloomy.
Forty-one degrees is really about to die.
"Xiao Ling?" Leng Qianjun's face turned ugly when he saw Xiao Ling. He didn't expect to see Xiao Ling's face here.
Xiao Ling ignored Leng Qianjun, turned around and pushed open the door of Ye Feifei's ward.
This ward smelled of alcohol, and Xiao Ling knew that the nurse had wiped Ye Feifei several times.
"Xiao Ling, don't leave me!"
Ye Feifei continued to say this, her voice was very low, but Xiao Ling heard it.
At this moment, Xiao Ling was no longer jealous, his eyes were filled with distress. He put his hand on Ye Feifei's forehead, feeling the hotness, and his heart was bleeding.
"Ye Feifei!" Xiao Ling called Ye Feifei softly.
Ye Feifei's brows moved and her lips tightened, as if she was struggling with something.
"Ye Luo is you, Xiao Ling is you too, I only like you." Ye Feifei said again.
He Ze, Leng Qianjun, and Xiao Chen stood aside. They heard Ye Feifei's words clearly, and they thought that Ye Feifei said it carelessly.
Only Xiao Ling knew that this was what Ye Feifei said repeatedly when they were intimate last night.
What did he do? What did he do?
Xiao Ling began to blame herself.
"Don't leave me." Ye Feifei's voice was extremely soft, like a piece of cotton or a piece of feather.
"Ye Feifei, I won't leave you." Xiao Ling promised, holding Ye Feifei's still hot face with both hands, lowering his head and kissing her lips.
"Hey, Ye Ziluo!" Xiao Chen wanted to stop him, but was stopped by He Ze.
"It doesn't matter, maybe this can stimulate Ye Feifei's desire to survive?" He Ze explained.