Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Put the medicine back and heat it first," whispered the horse. "It will be delivered in an hour."

"OK."

The maid behind him nodded slightly and walked out again with a wooden tray.

In the following days, Dongfang Shijin is forced to support every day. In fact, his body has been seriously overloaded, but no one around the doctors or even employers can manage him

Dongfang Shijin's condition has become that it will occur every two days, or even less than 48 hours. During this period, Ma Zai secretly asked some attendants to go to China's black market, but they all have no return. Ma Zai didn't report much hope

He knows that Evan in the black market only recognizes Ye Qingcheng, and it is normal for his attendants to be killed in the black market

Ma Zai knows that ye Qingcheng can only go there in person

He also secretly found other pharmacists in Europe. He secretly refined drugs that could alleviate the condition of Dongfang Shijin and added them to the water of Dongfang Shijin, but they didn't work at all

So the horse knew that the drug could only be made by Evan

And Evan, only recognize Ye Qingcheng

The horse is also anxious, but there is no way

Day after day, Dongfang Shijin seems to have no thought at all. It just stays in front of Ye Qingcheng's bed every day and watches those doctors change Ye Qingcheng's gauze on his chest.

It seems that the wound there will never condense. Every day is a gauze stained with blood

So much blood, gauze after gauze

Every day, Dongfang Shijin must personally wipe Ye Qingcheng's body

He looked at Ye Qingcheng's body and her slightly raised abdomen. The child had no sign of miscarriage. All these showed that ye Qingcheng still had signs of life

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"What day is it today?"

On a gloomy afternoon, the sky seems to be very low, and the boundless sky is dyed into a boundless silver gray. The weather in Britain is always like this, cloudy and sunny

The trees outside are trimmed into a fog like shape, grand and spectacular, but with the current weather, it seems like a fog shrouded in the heart, lingering depression anyway

The tall man is wearing a dark blue shirt with a messy collar. There are even many new and old stains on it, all of which are dry blood

There are many green Stubbles on his sharp chin. The bird's nest is deeper and more three-dimensional because it doesn't rest well

He stood there with the big arched window open, his hand on the windowsill, but his eyes looked at the opposite side empty, cold and painful

The pony stood behind him, the repressed light in the room.

The horse moved his lips, "young master... Today is the 15th day..."

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said... Keep waiting. Miss Ye has no sign of waking up yet..." the horse hesitated for a moment. "Young master, I went to consult the doctor. The doctor said it's normal to wake up in a few years... It's only 15 days now... Be patient..."