Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

"Now I find out?" Lin Zhen hooked his lips.

Song wanwei looked at him and thought that she had regarded him as a little fart before. Unexpectedly, what he thought was quite profound.

But after getting along all day, song wanwei felt that the child was still very easy to get along with.

But in the evening, things got a little wrong.

No one answered how aunt Ren Zhao knocked on the door of his room. The door was locked from the inside.

Song wanwei came over when she heard the news, frowned and said, "Xiao Lin, can you hear us?"

There was no response in the room.

"I have a spare key at home. I'll get it." aunt Zhao said quickly.

Song wanwei nodded and stood waiting. The waiting time was long and anxious, because there was really no movement in the room. If Lin really just wanted to be angry, he would not do nothing in it.

Aunt Zhao brought the spare key and opened the door smoothly.

The room is large and the decoration is not complicated, but the things are a little messy. Song wanwei took a look. There were all kinds of travel magazines, game consoles and some accessories on the ground.

But now she ignored these things and hurried to the bedside to lift the slightly arched quilt.

Lin Zhen was lying on the bed, his face was covered with sweat, his cheeks were pale, and his lips were a little mauve.

Aunt Zhao's face suddenly became ugly when she saw this scene. Then immediately turned to rummage around looking for something.

"Medicine, medicine..."

After looking for it for quite a while, aunt Zhao came back with a bottle of things. With trembling hands, she unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out two pills and fed them to Lin Zhen's mouth.

Lin really swallowed hard. Song wanwei found half a bottle of water in the room and reluctantly went in.

About ten minutes later, Lin Zhen looked better.

Aunt Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. The whole person was weak.

"Fortunately, fortunately." if they hadn't found it in time, or Lin Zhen got sick earlier, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Aunt Zhao kept following her chest. She should be really frightened.

Song wanwei was no better. She gasped and felt that she had never been so afraid.

After a while, aunt Zhao went up and patted Lin Zhen's face. Lin Zhen woke up, and the hair on her forehead was still stuck by sweat.

"Sister Wan Wei, aunt Zhao..."

Lin Zhen's voice is very hoarse. If you don't listen carefully, you can't tell what he's talking about.

"Young master, don't talk first." aunt Zhao said, "how are you feeling now?"

"I... cough!"

Lin Zhen coughed fiercely, as if he was coughing out his lungs.

Song wanwei was worried,

About a minute or two, Lin Zhen stopped.

"I feel much better." Lin Zhen lay in bed and smiled weakly.

It was at this time that song wanwei really realized that Lin Zhen was different from ordinary children. He is really seriously ill and his life is in danger at any time.

Earlier, she even felt that President Lin was too nervous about Lin. anyway, Lin was really an adult, and she wouldn't be without discretion.

Now she knew that it was not a matter of discretion.

"My sister just came to our house and let you see these. It's really embarrassing," Lin Zhen said.

"No." song wanwei immediately replied, "I'm glad we found it in time."

Lin Zhen lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

"Miss Song, let's go out first and let the young master have a good rest." aunt Zhao suddenly said aside.

Song wanwei thought it was good, so she let Lin Zhen have a good rest and went out with aunt Zhao.

After closing the door, they went all the way to the living room before aunt Zhao spoke again.

"Every time the young master gets sick like this, he doesn't want to see anyone. So we don't dare to stay longer every time. We can only go to see him once in a while."

It's hard to imagine that Lin Zhen should bear so much pain and suffering at this age of wanton bloom.

Song wanwei had a heavy heart and didn't speak.

"Miss Song, now you should know why President Lin is so nervous, young master." aunt Zhao continued: "she has been worried like this for many years. Now she has only neurasthenia, which is the lightest symptom."

Song wanwei can understand President Lin more and more. But Lin really wants to be strong. She doesn't want others to see her weak side. She seems to understand. This seems to be an unsolved problem.

Before long, aunt Zhao took out another booklet and began to write on it.

"What is this?" song wanwei asked.

"Log book."

Song wanwei leaned over and saw that there were numerous dates and words on it, which recorded in detail the time and specific process of Lin Zhen's illness every time. There are so many.

"Miss Song, please don't tell the young master about it." aunt Zhao put away the booklet after writing: "this is what President Lin meant. She wants to record the young master's condition. The more detailed, the better. She hopes to meet a miracle doctor one day. Of course, this is just a beautiful vision. In fact, we all know that the young master's disease can't be cured with current medical technology."

For a long time, there was only a sigh.

Around the early morning of that night, President Lin rushed back.

"Really, how is he?" as soon as he got home, President Lin shouted anxiously.

"Sleeping is much better than in the afternoon." aunt Zhao comforted, "don't worry too much."

Song wanwei heard something and came out of the room. When she went downstairs, she just saw President Lin walking upstairs.

"Ah, Wan Wei." when President Lin saw it, a little apology appeared on her face: "I'm sorry to wake you up so late. I'm really worried."

Song wanwei shook her head: "I haven't slept yet."

So several people went to Lin Zhen's room together.

Lin really slept soundly, and his breathing was as weak as ever.

President Lin sat carefully on the edge of the bed, as if he was very afraid of waking his son.

"Is he uncomfortable in the afternoon?" President Lin asked softly.

"Her face turned white and her lips were purple." aunt Zhao sighed.

President Lin stretched out his hand and caressed Lin Zhen's cheek carefully. Soon his eyes were red.

"I'm sorry for him. I brought him into the world, but I haven't had a good life for a few days. I'm always away from him when he's uncomfortable. I don't blame him for hating me."

Song wanwei frowned: "Xiao Lin has never hated you. He knows very well that you are very kind to him."

"What's the use of being nice to him? It won't help him at all." President Lin sighed and stood up: "let's go out and don't affect his rest."

Song wanwei stood in the corridor, looking at President Lin's tired back and thinking.