My Previous Fraternal Twins

Xu Cong looked up and looked embarrassed. He glanced back and forth at them.

When he was the worst injured, his thigh rib was broken. The next day, he returned to the company in a wheelchair for a meeting.

No one can persuade.

Mo Shichen stopped in front of her, buttoned up his sleeve and said, "I'm not free now."

"Didn't you hear what I said just now? You have two broken ribs on your left side and stitches on your arm. You need to rest." she looked down at her left arm.

The long sleeve covered the bandage on his left arm, revealing his bony fingers. The other hand slowly sorted out the buttons at the cuff, as if she had never taken her words to heart.

Tang Wan frowned. How could someone be hurt so badly and have to hold on.

She was really distressed about how she could accept such a vexatious patient.

"The company is big, but I can't believe it without you. The old lady came to me last night. If the old lady wasn't old, I would never stay and go back to me." she clasped his right wrist and tried to push him to the hospital bed.

But he didn't move, staring at her calmly: "it's only one day, and he knows to pressure me with the old lady."

With a slight twist of his wrist, he took off Tang Wanxin's hand, raised his other hand, pressed it on the ward door and unscrewed it.

The door rang with a click.

At the moment when he was ready to open the door, Tang Wanxin raised his hand, quickly pressed the door of the sick room, and put his weak shoulder against the door panel.

Mo Shichen's eyes were quiet and cool, with a touch of sullen cold staring at Tang Wanxin, and his voice was deep: "get out of the way."

"What are you going to do if I don't get out of the way?" she looked at him from top to bottom. She was well dressed and couldn't see what injury he had suffered.

I had a good night's sleep last night. Even my anger was much better than when I saw him yesterday.

She suddenly had a funny idea that she really had a good dog and ran away when she was full.

Mo Shichen didn't want to struggle with her. His thin lips pursed, his palm fell on her shoulder, his fingertips tightened and pushed gently.

"Hmm!" Tang Wanxin flashed forward a few steps, raised his hand and held the shoulder pinched by him. Here, there was a slight pain.

He

She turned her head. The man had opened the door of the ward and went out.

Xu Cong stood in front of the door, looked back at her, nodded apologetically, and followed her out.

Tang Wanxin was very angry. She turned and chased out.

But as soon as I opened the door of the ward, a strong feeling of colic came to my heart.

She staggered forward a few steps, holding the slightly closed ward door, looked up and looked at Mo Shichen who was walking farther and farther.

"Mo Shichen..."

"Bang!" she took a step forward, but she still overestimated herself.

The heart wrenching pain from the attack at that moment made her sit on the ground powerlessly.

Passing patients and medical staff stopped one after another.

Xu Cong looked back subconsciously after hearing the movement behind him.

At the moment, several nurses have gathered around Tang Wanxin. She looks very pale.

Xu Cong hurriedly turned back and called out, "Mr. Mo, Dr. Tang seems to be wrong."

Mo Shichen stepped and turned to look behind him.

Tang Wanxin was held by two nurses. His delicate face was covered with dense beads of sweat, his face was pale, his lips and teeth trembled violently, and seemed to be enduring great pain.

Mo Shichen walked back impatiently and came to Tang Wanxin: "what's going on?"

"I don't know. She seems very uncomfortable," said the nurse holding her, and then said to her companion, "go and call a doctor."

Tang Wanxin's lip flap moved and wanted to say no.

But the legs were soft and the body fell unconsciously.

When she was about to fall, a hand fell on her waist and picked her up horizontally.

Tang Wanxin turned his head and his weak eyes fell on Mo Shichen.

He grimaced, kicked open the door of the sick room, quickly walked into the ward and put her on the hospital bed: "are you sick?"

"Medicine!" she turned to look at the black bag on the chair.

Mexico hurried toward the other side, took the bag back to her, and opened the zipper in front of her, with a row of perfume in it, and a white bottle containing the medicine.

He glanced at the instructions, poured two pills from the medicine bottle and stuffed them into her mouth.

Tang Wanxin swallowed the pill, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

The dull pain eased a little

"You have a heart attack?"

Mo Shichen stared at her and then looked at the medicine in his hand.

This is a drug for heart diseases.

He didn't expect that Tang Wanxin would have this disease. What about the child? Genetic or acquired

He suddenly remembered what she said last night. Was it the dog man who did it?

Tang Wanxin smiled low, his shoulders trembled a few times, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Shichen: "it's your blessing. I haven't had a relapse for half a year. My attending doctor told me that as long as I adjust my life well and don't have any bad habits, I'll probably be cured."

Since receiving Chen Mengyin's phone call, she has been working on his information, understanding him and making his information files.

I had to catch a plane in the early morning of that night. When I arrived in country Z, I directly contacted her patient. I thought I could have a good rest last night. Who knew he was still making trouble.

He had nightmares last night and slept uneasily. She adjusted and tossed for many times to let him have a good sleep, and she didn't close her eyes until dawn.

But who knows when he opens his eyes, he tosses again

Mo Shichen clenched the medicine and frowned incomprehensibly: "what does it have to do with me?"

Tang Wanxin smiled again and stared at him: "If a person doesn't have a normal work and rest time and regards his body as a machine, he will pay the price sooner or later. For the rest of his life, you are practicing your original healthy body. One day, you will lie here full of tubes. At that time, you can't move if you want to, or even have the strength to pull out the oxygen tube and die happily."

Xu Cong suddenly looked up and his face changed: "Dr. Tang, you..."

"Dead woman, what are you talking about?" he interrupted Xu Cong with a voice of great anger.

Tang Wanxin clenched his fist and continued, "since you invited me to be your psychologist, you should listen to me instead of acting willfully and self righteous."

"No, Dr. Tang, it's not easy for Mr. Mo, he

"It's easy for anyone who lives in this world. If he's not easy, he's going to make it harder for everyone around him. He's nothing more than a good born, has the capital to do whatever he wants for the people at the bottom, and let everyone around him turn around. Isn't it just for dead people to collect his body?"

"Bang!" Mo Shichen turned around and kicked the chair behind him.