Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

A bodyguard came in to report, and he had gone through the discharge procedures...

"Discharged? Your illness is still not cured, you can't be discharged!"

Ximen Longting said secretly: "Didn't you hear what the doctor said, Western medicine is powerless, and I'm still lying here waiting to die?"

"Why do you always say the word "undead!"

"Not dead," he said sarcastically, "I'm lying here waiting to be buried?"

"This means..." Jing Jiaren said loudly, "You are so discouraged, how can you recover from your illness?"

"Enough," Ximen Longting stared at her, "For 20 days, I followed your wishes and lay on the bed, and I didn't even take a step out of the ward door, did I?"

Jing Jiaren's throat choked.

She asked him to do everything, and he obeyed her in everything.

Knowing that the condition is hopeless - because of the increasing pain in the stomach, the doctor's mouth is getting smaller and smaller.

If gastric cancer is so curable, there will not be so many people dying of cancer!

"Surgery, injections, medication, chemotherapy..." he said mockingly, "Which one did not cooperate with the doctor?"

"..."

"This is the result. The result I expected."

"I expected it earlier?" Jing Jiaren's eyes were full of water, "From the very beginning, you planned to wait for death. How could you get better? Don't you know that cancer is closely related to mentality? You clearly promised me You live, but your actions do the opposite."

"Woman, you are stubborn."

"Yes, I will never compromise on what I think is right. I think your disease will get better, and it will get better."

Ximen Longting stroked her cheek: "I still have a lot of things I want to do with you."

"There will be a chance in the future."

"Do it now, I don't like lying in the hospital bed and continuing to waste time!"

"Are you so disobedient? I'm angry, don't talk to me from now on!"

Jing Jiaren kept her face shut, as long as she was angry, he would listen to her.

During this period, every time he had the idea of ​​retreating for treatment, she used this trick...

But today, it failed.

Ximen Longting raised his hand: "Take her out."

Two bodyguards had already come to frame Jing Jiaren's body.

She stared at Ximen Longting with wide eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"Unload the gastric tube."

"How dare you—Ximen Longting, how dare you unload—"

Jing Jiaren was carried out of the ward, the door was closed, and she banged on the door vigorously.There was a great panic in my heart.

For so long, she had held on to the belief that he would be fine.

Why did it turn out like this...

Pounding on the door vigorously, the bodyguard wanted to stop her, but because she was pregnant, she was so emotional that she was afraid of hurting her.

Jing Jiaren's little hand was beating red——

The family members and patients who passed by looked at her curiously.

"Ximen Longting, let's try again, just for a week, shall we?"

"A miracle will happen..."

She begged, her weak body pressed against the door panel, and she was about to fall slowly.

On the other side of the door, Ximen Longting's hand pressing on the door slowly changed from palm to fist.

His eyes were red, he straightened his collar and opened the door.

Jing Jiaren sat slumped on the ground, looking up at Ximen Longting who had removed the gastric tube and changed into a striped hospital gown.

Wearing an orthodox and noble British suit, with a fierce and domineering expression...

But it couldn't hide his extremely pale and weak face.

"It's so cold on the ground, get up!" He bent slightly and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her up.