In the next few days, Zhan Hanjue refused to take the initiative to eat.

The old man had no choice but to ask the doctor to inject him with nutritional fluid to maintain his life.

Then the old man thought hard about how he could make his precious grandson stand up again.

Finally, he sighed in frustration. As the saying goes, a heart disease requires a heart medicine. Zhan Hanjue fell down because of Yan Zhengling. If he wants him to stand up, he cannot stand up unless Yan Zhengling comes back to him.

But how is this possible?

Taohua County.

Bed and Breakfast Inn.

Yan Zhengling was lying on the bed, her body's weakness, the unfamiliar environment, and the mysterious young man who appeared from time to time made her feel uneasy.

Fortunately, there was a little girl who took good care of her. However, the little girl was not very talkative, so Zheng Ling could not figure out their identities from her mouth.

Although she couldn't speak sweet words, there was nothing she could do to help him. Before he went on a mission, she helped him prepare all the hidden weapons and powders in detail, just in case he made a mistake.

The boy stretched out his injured leg and muttered: "I'm injured too, and I don't see you taking care of me."

Thirteenth sister: "..."

On this day, the little girl helped her up, put a pillow on her back, and then fed her porridge.

The young man suddenly burst in, holding a thatch root in his mouth, and joked cynically: "You are cold to everyone, but you take care of her as if you were your own mother. If you can be half as good to me as you are to her, I will too."

I am completely satisfied.”

Thirteenth sister said with a dark face: "Am I not treating you well?"

"Your injury is on your leg, and you are injured and can fly over walls and walls. Do you still need me to take care of you?"

The young man covered his heart and said, "My heart hurts."

Thirteenth sister turned her head and ignored him.

On the day he came back, she personally checked his injuries and applied medicine and bandages to him. Isn't this called serving?

"How do you want me to serve you?"

"Just like serving her, feed me and give me a bath - I don't have to take a bath, but you can wash my feet?"

Zheng Ling was slightly annoyed because Brother Jue didn't harm her.

The Thirteenth Sister looked at Zheng Ling's healthy and rosy face and said: "There are many prisoners in the Military Intelligence Palace suffering from this disease. I heard the military doctor said this is called somatic disorder, and it is caused by being frightened!"

The young man clenched his fists and said angrily: "Hmph, I knew that man was a sanctimonious hypocrite."

A talkative young man with terminal cancer feels uncomfortable when no one talks to him.

He jumped to the bedside with one foot, looked at Zheng Ling for a long time, and said, "This aunt is so beautiful, and she also looks very gentle."

He smacked his lips and said with regret: "It's a pity that such a beautiful woman was so ruined by that man. She can't speak or move. What kind of strange disease is this?"

Zheng Ling frowned slightly.

The young man was slightly startled when he saw Zheng Ling's frown.

"Auntie, can you hear me?"

Zheng Ling sighed secretly, which she would rather not hear.
Chapter completed!