Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4569 The past is unbearable to look back (1)

Han Yurou asked for leave, simply packed her luggage and flew to Thailand.

She was not familiar with this place, so she followed the address to find the hospital.

Although the third child had a bad temper and dry personality, he was honest and did not deceive her. Rong Jincheng was lying in the intensive care unit, motionless, with a tube inserted into his body.

The doctor took Han Yurou over, and she saw Rong Jincheng through the window glass.

If the doctor hadn't said it was him, she almost didn't recognize it.

The person lying on the bed was wearing a hospital gown, with a thin face, sunken eye sockets, and even less color on his lips.

Han Yurou's hands were shaking, she didn't know what emotion she was feeling, but she couldn't connect the person lying on the bed with Rong Jincheng.

Why is that alive and kicking demon lying here?

"Can I go in?" Han Yurou asked the doctor's opinion with a hoarse voice.

"Okay, you have to change clothes, and you can't go in for more than 10 minutes."

Han Yurou nodded.

She changed into a set of sterile clothes and a mask before being led in by a nurse.

The strong smell of medicine in the ward rushed to her nose, sweeping over the sky and covering the sky, like a depressing stone pressing on her chest, making her breathless.

Her eyes kept blinking, and her eyes fell on Rong Jincheng.

It's him.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she bent slightly: "Rong Jincheng..."

Naturally, the person on the bed didn't respond, not even moving.

His body is full of tubes, and he depends on them to keep him alive.

When there was no response, Han Yurou stood by the bed, she also remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Memories that should have and shouldn't have come to mind, all about this man.

Tang Tang Tang, also known each other for more than five years.

Five years is a long time.

It turns out that we have known each other for five years.

There was a deep and dim light in her eyes, Rong Jincheng's shrinking shadow in her pupils, and the equipment in the ward shone with cold light, reflecting on her face.

Everything was so still and quiet.

Where there is no sound, there is no word.

Han Yurou stood by the bed, only showing a pair of eyes, but her gaze never left the bed until the nurse reminded her that it was time.

She backed out step by step.

Could it be that after she left, he left forever.

Outside the ward, the doctor glanced at her and whispered, "Are you the patient's family member? He has been lying in the hospital for a week, and no one has come to see him. You are the first one."

"Really?" Han Yurou's face was pale and gloomy, "I'm not his family."

"Oh? Then you are?"

Han Yurou looked towards the intensive care unit, who is she to him?

She couldn't find a word to describe it.

The relationship between them is constantly being cut, and the reasoning is still chaotic, like two balls of silk thread, entangled together, and never separated again.

But who was she to him?She doesn't know it herself.

"If you are not his family members, can you help to inform his family members? He is in a very bad condition now. The bullet in his brain has been taken out, but his heartbeat sometimes stops, and he has stopped beating several times. His things have been taken out. The nurse has sorted it out, and I can hand it over to you."

"Give it to me." Han Yurou nodded, her voice was soft and weak, and her eyes became indifferent and dull.

"Well, come with me."

The hospital is huge and there are many people coming and going.

But the place where Rong Jincheng was located was unusually deserted.

(End of this chapter)