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Feng Zhiming took her hand, looked at the bruises on the back of her hand, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Ling Yanyan shook her head.

"It's all like this, how can it not hurt? How did Lu Zehao become a doctor? How did your hand become like this?" Feng Zhiming's lips touched her hand lightly, and his heart ached.

"Don't blame Zehao." Ling Yanyan knew that he was angry, and she knew that he was distressed, but he couldn't blame others, "If you want to blame it, blame me. I didn't tell you, so I decided on my own."

Feng Zhiming's eyes were fixed on her thin face, "Do you still know that you have made your own decisions? I am your man. If there is anything you can't tell me, you still ignore my words. As I said, I Do you have to have a child?" She was so disobedient, and really wanted to teach her a lesson, but the innocence and emaciation on her face made him unbearable, so he still softened his heart.

"I'm sorry!" Ling Yanyan leaned into his arms, such a warm embrace, how long had she been in such a familiar embrace, so long that she almost forgot.

"Follow me back!" Feng Zhiming said domineeringly, "We'll go back now!" Holding Ling Yanyan in his arms, he wanted to go out.

"No, don't!" Ling Yanyan held him tightly, begging.

Feng Zhiming looked down at the person in his arms, "Why don't you go back? I won't let you suffer like this here!"

Ling Yanyan smiled lightly, "I'm not suffering, not at all, give me a little more time, okay? Ze Hao said that it only takes one more week."

"Are you really going to do this? There's no need at all. I don't care." Feng Zhiming looked at her helplessly, stroking her somewhat pale face with his hand.

Ling Yanyan nodded, and quietly leaned into his arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Zhiming put her lightly on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and walked out of the ward.

"Zhiming." Ling Yunxiang walked in front of him, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Are you all right? Where's Yanyan?"

"She's asleep." Feng Zhiming turned to look at Lu Zehao, "Let's talk."

Lu Zehao and Feng Zhiming walked into the dean's office one after the other.

"Do you want to talk to me about Yanyan?" Lu Zehao and Feng Zhiming sat face to face.

Feng Zhiming nodded lightly, "You are a doctor, why are you treating a disease? She turned into that." There was doubt and questioning in his soft tone.

"Zhiming, do you also know why Yanyan did this? She is all because of you. She is not in good health, but she still accepts this kind of treatment, all because of you! Don't you understand? She loves you too much, so I don't want to embarrass you, and I don't want to make you worry." Lu Zehao understood Ling Yanyan's intentions, so couldn't Feng Zhiming understand?

"Then you mean to let me agree to her receiving this kind of treatment?" Feng Zhiming felt distressed when he thought of her pale face.

Lu Zehao looked at Feng Zhiming, "I don't have the right, you just have to ask your own heart, do you want to watch Yanyan work hard for a month and give up at this last critical moment? Yanyan will not agree , if Yanyan wanted to give up, she wouldn't persist for a month. Do you know how this month passed? The effect of the medicine made her unable to eat anything, but she still forced herself to eat, and then nothing Endless vomiting, until the stomach was empty, and then switched to injecting with a syringe, didn't you see the needle holes in her hands? These are the pains Yanyan endured to love you."

Feng Zhiming's face became more and more ugly, the veins on his forehead were protruding, and his hands were clenched into fists, "Ah!" He punched him hard on the coffee table, making a loud noise.

"Zhiming, don't do this, use your actions to prove that you love Yanyan deeply, give her strength to support, and give her another week, just one week." Lu Zehao comforted him.

After hesitating for a long time, Feng Zhiming nodded, then turned around and walked out of the dean's office, looking at a group of people outside the dean's office, "You all go back! Yanyan, let me accompany you." Then he took a step Stepping towards the ward.

"Zehao, is Zhiming okay?" Yan'er looked at Feng Zhiming's back and asked Lu Zehao.

"I think he's fine, you all should go back too!" Lu Zehao patted Yan'er's head, "Did the inscription just now scare you?" She still looked scared.

"Of course I'm afraid, don't you know? When he called yesterday, he asked me to tell her about Yanyan. I didn't tell him. He said that if I lied to him, he would make the Lu family disappear within a day." Yan Er's Holding Lu Zehao's hand tightly, he was still trembling slightly.

Lu Zehao hugged Yan'er, "Okay, aren't you all right now? Go back quickly and take care of Hanghang and Yiyi."

Lu Hairong left the hospital with Lin Xiulan and Yan'er, "Zehao, Yanyan still has to take medicine today, I'll go and help Yanyan prepare some porridge." Ling Yunxiang also walked out of the hospital, and he should rest assured that there is a memory.

Feng Zhiming sat by the bed.Ling Yanyan opened her eyes and looked at him, "Zhi Ming."

"I'm here." Feng Zhiming raised the position of the bed so that she was half leaning against it.

"Are you still angry?" Ling Yanyan asked softly, reaching out to take his big hand.

Feng Zhiming sighed slightly, "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself."

Ling Yanyan's eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "Zhiming, am I your favorite and most important person?"

"Of course!" Feng Zhiming nodded affirmatively.

"Then you are not angry with me anymore, why are you still angry with yourself? I will feel bad." Ling Yanyan took his hand and put it on her heart.

Feng Zhiming's lips pressed a kiss on her forehead, "Alright, don't be angry."

At this time, Lu Zehao walked in, "It seems that the two of you are reconciled."

"Ze Hao." Ling Yanyan shyly buried her face in Feng Zhiming's chest.

"Okay, it's time for today's treatment." As soon as Lu Zehao's voice fell, another expert doctor and nurse walked in.

Ling Yanyan got up from his arms, "Zhiming, you go out first, I'll be fine in a while." She didn't want him to see her pain.

"Ling Yanyan, forget what you said and drive me away?" How could Feng Zhiming leave?How could he let Ling Yanyan receive treatment alone in the ward?

"That's not what it means." Ling Yanyan hurriedly explained when she heard that Feng Zhiming was getting angry, "That's because..."

"It's fine if you don't mean that, I'll be by your side." Feng Zhiming sat down beside her bed.

The nurse injected the liquid in each bottle into the syringe and handed it to Lu Zehao.

Lu Zehao looked at Ling Yanyan, "Yanyan, today, I'm going to bet on my arm, it might hurt even more, bear with it."

"En." Ling Yanyan nodded, but she was timid in her heart, the pain on the back of her hand was already excruciating, and on her arm, the pain would only increase, not decrease.

Feng Zhiming looked at nearly ten syringes placed there one by one, it was really hard for him to imagine, could Yanyan really bear it alone?

*****Dears, happy Dragon Boat Festival! !One update first, there will be an update later. . .