He Hanzhu turned his head and looked at her galloping horse and gradually fading away, his heart filled with a burst of powerless depression and confusion.

He is a person who should not be moved, nor can he indulge in love. But he is so moved, indulged, and got together with her. So protecting her and doing his best, isn’t this what he should take on and do his part?

She said she understood him.

Since she understood, she should be moved and delighted at his safe return.

What did she say just now?

She said he disappointed her.

She also said that she expected him to tell her that he loved her and that nothing could be told to separate them except death.

He admitted that this sentence was extremely moving and beautiful.

But this sentence is so ethereal and distant to him.

He stood in the quagmire, so he needed to hold his loved ones and those he loved high and use his own arms.

But now, should he strip his great armor as a man, reveal to her the weak and timid side of his never-willed to be known, and drag her down completely from the shore, so that she and him will bear all the filth and filth, even the threat of death?

He had never thought about such a relationship, nor had he thought about such a kind of relationship at all.

Can he?

Is it really possible?

A dark cloud rose from the horizon of the wilderness, and quickly surging and expanding under the wind, the sun vanished its brilliance.

In just a moment, the clear sky in midsummer turned dark.

A strong wind blew, rolling the grass leaves on the ground and flying. The mount under the hips seemed to feel something, and he raised the horse's hooves uneasily.

Soon, a little raindrop hit He Hanzhu's brow with the wind.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, awakened, slowly lowered his head, staring at the ring she had just put back in his palm.

He closed his eyes, opened his eyes, pinched his five fingers, and shouted at the mount.

When he returned to the horse farm, the stallion had already returned to the stable, but she disappeared.

The groom told him that not long after they rode out, a manager from the Wang family found her here and was waiting. As soon as she came back, she hurried away with the Wang family.

Two days ago, Mrs. Wang brought Wang Tingzhi, who had just been discharged from the hospital, and He Hanzhu knew about it.

"What's wrong?" He asked suppressed the disturbance in his heart like a rock-stuck in his heart.

"It was Mrs. Wang who looked for Young Master Su and said that Young Master Wang's situation was not good yet, so the doctor who invited him to come was helpless. Young Master Su left first and asked me to tell you..."

Before the horseman could finish his speech, the people of He Hanzhu had already dismounted and walked away quickly.

Su Xuezhi took the Wang family car to the Wang family. Mrs. Wang was looking anxiously at the door of the living room. When she heard someone calling her to arrive, she hurried out and shouted: "Xiao Su, you are here! Come and see me! What's wrong with Tingzhi! OK, I suddenly said that I was dizzy and uncomfortable in the morning, and the doctors I hired had no choice..."

Su Xuezhi hurried into the room with Mrs. Wang.

Wang Tingzhi lay on the bed, his eyes half open and half closed, his expression was scattered, his eyes were empty, and his eyes fell on a window opposite, as if he was looking at some scenery outside the window. He turned his head to see her figure and closed his eyes.

In addition to a few girls and old mothers, there was also a Western doctor in the room with a serious expression. Su Xuezhi suddenly saw that he was coming, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He came up and whispered: "Doctor Su, I have checked. Mr. Wang's body temperature, heartbeat, blood pressure, etc. are all within the normal range. I can't find out any reason for it. I heard that you have seen it for him before, so it's better to invite you to come."

Su Xuezhi took the medical records handed over by the doctor, looked them up, then walked over and checked them in person.

As the doctor said, Wang Tingzhi's physical signs looked normal.

"Why don't you feel uncomfortable?" Su Xuezhi asked.

Wang Tingzhi had just closed her eyes, and now she slowly opened it and whispered: "I can't say it... I just feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable, and can't breathe..."

He pointed to the part of his heart.

"It feels like I'm stabbed by a knife."

His voice was very dull.

Su Xuezhi listened carefully to his heart again, but nothing unusual was still there.

Mrs. Wang stood beside her eyes turned red, she pinched her handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes, and even swallowed: "Xiao Su, I heard that German doctor mentioned the sequelae of head injury. Didn't you look good last time? Tingzhi had sequelae! Otherwise, it was so good that she suddenly felt uncomfortable again... You must take a good look for me, please..."

Wang Tingzhi's gaze passed through his half-drooping eyelashes. Looking at Su Xuezhi, who was pressing the stethoscope on his chest with his hand and listening carefully to his heart sound, he suddenly said, "Mom, I feel much more comfortable now."

Mrs. Wang hurried to the edge of the bed: "Really? Tingzhi, are you really comfortable? Does your head still hurt? Can you breathe out?"

Wang Tingzhi nodded.

Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, uttered her hands together and bowed twice.

Su Xuezhi took out the stethoscope and was in a daze.

She was unable to determine for a moment what was going on with Wang Tingzhi.

What are the neurological sequelae left by his previous head injury?

Or is it physical discomfort caused by post-war trauma stress syndrome?

Or is it that the first batch of penicillin extracted from the laboratory that had problems that he didn't know, which triggered his current situation?

If it is a reason, there is no equipment to check the status of his brain now, so he can only hope to slowly recuperate.

If it is a stress response caused by psychological factors, timely guidance is required.

If it is the third possibility...

That is completely my own responsibility.

New drugs just made from laboratories without any ready-made standards must be risky. Individuals' acceptance is not entirely the same.

If there is really a problem with the drug itself, Zheng Longwang did not have any adverse consequences, which does not mean that the second person is fine.

"Madam! Commander He is here!"

A manager from the Wang family suddenly said outside.

Su Xuezhi was interrupted by thoughts, turned around and saw He Hanzhu appear outside the door.

Mrs. Wang was busy going out to greet him.

He Hanzhu whispered to Mrs. Wang outside the door. When he learned that Wang Tingzhi was feeling comfortable again, he breathed a sigh of relief and followed Mrs. Wang in.

"Tingzhi, your fourth brother is here to see you!"

He Hanzhu stopped in front of the bed, chatted with Wang Tingzhi for a few words, and then looked at Su Xuezhi.

She stood up and said to Mrs. Wang: "I will think about the situation of Mr. Wang after I go back. Now let him rest more and pay attention to his emotions and not fluctuate too much."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Wang agreed repeatedly.

"Then I'll leave first. If you have something to do, call me again."

She retreated, and He Hanzhu also said goodbye.

Mrs. Wang sent the two to the living room and was advised to stay. She was worried about her son and stopped being polite. She asked them to leave. She turned around and was about to go in. When she saw a girl in front of her son running out in a panic again, frowned, and was about to scold her, the girl shouted, "Madam, it's not good! Young Master, he was uncomfortable again just now!"

Mrs. Wang yelled, lifted her skirt and was about to run in. After two steps, she suddenly remembered and turned to call Su Xuezhi.

Before she could speak, Su Xuezhi had already turned around and returned to Wang Tingzhi's room again, repeating the check just now.

Still the same. The signs are normal.

"I'm really sorry... I'm fine... I feel a little more comfortable now... If you have something to do with my fourth brother, you can go first, don't worry about me."

Wang Tingzhi glanced at He Hanzhu who was also back together and whispered.

Su Xuezhi turned to Mrs. Wang: "Or take him to the hospital and be hospitalized for observation-"

"I won't go! I can't die!"

Wang Tingzhi refused.

"I hate the smell of hospitals! I've had enough of that kind of place!"

He finished speaking and closed his eyes.

Mrs. Wang was in a panic and in a dilemma. Looking at Su Xuezhi, she thought that her son was uncomfortable and other doctors were helpless. He came to see the doctor and his son's condition improved.

What's more, it was the medicine he used for his son before.

My son's life is important, and I can't control anything else now.

Mrs. Wang looked at her son who was resting with her eyes closed, and invited Su Xuezhi out.

"Xiao Su, are you graduating today? You have nothing to do? I really can't rest assured that Tingzhi looks like this. You see, it's going to rain, so you don't have to leave. Can you just want to stay at my house for the time being? Can you help me? I beg you!"

Mrs. Wang made up her mind to stay the doctor who hoped to cure her son's illness and live in her own home so that she could see a doctor at any time.

"Xiao Su, you must help. You were the one who treated Tingzhi before. The doctor said just now, it would be better for you to continue seeing. If you don't care, what if my son..."

Mrs. Wang held Su Xuezhi's hand tightly and begged repeatedly. Suddenly thinking about his relationship with He Hanzhu, he quickly turned to He Hanzhu who followed him.

"Yanqiao, don't you? Please ask Xiao Su for help, what he needs, I'll ask someone to help him get it! By the way, there is also a medical fee! Anything is OK!"

He Hanzhu turned his head, looked at Wang Tingzhi in the room, and then looked at Su Xuezhi, signaling her to come with her.

Su Xuezhi followed him a few steps and stopped.

"What's going on with Tingzhi?" he asked in a low voice. His concern was beyond words.
To be continued...