What was once a glorious place is now only unruly and unruly.

Yan Zhengling looked at him blankly, tears streaming down her face.

In the end, because he couldn't suppress his grief, he reached out and blocked his mouth, so that he couldn't let his cries come out.

She stayed with him in the ward for nine whole hours, not eating or drinking, just looking at him quietly.

The doctor urged her many times, but Yan Zhengling always replied sadly: "Just let me stay with him for a while."

She has never listened to his words in her life. He always wants to tie her to his side. But she always has various reasons to leave him.

If she had not been so stubborn and willful, maybe such a disaster would not have happened to her brother. Even if he could not avoid such a disaster, with her by his side, at least he would not be as lonely as he is now.

Zhan Hanjue was upset by the annoying crying. He was not dead yet. Would it be too early to mourn?

"Brother, I'm sorry, I will never leave you again." Yan Zhengling's voice sounded clearly in his ears with the same shameless energy and cowardly timidity.

The effect of the anesthetic gradually weakened, and Zhan Hanjue slowly woke up from his long slumber. His consciousness slowly gathered, his head felt heavy, and his eyelids were too heavy to hold open.

But next to my ears I heard a low sound of sobs. The sound was restrained and forbearing. It was clear that I was extremely sad but I didn't dare to cry loudly.

While he was happy, he was also infinitely sad.

Why is it at this time?

Zhan Hanjue's dead heart is like a dead tree in the cold winter that suddenly encounters the scorching sun of spring. All the ice and snow are melted, and all the decayed and lifeless withered lakes are like being poured into clear springs, giving birth to a green land full of spring.

Come.

It was his Zheng Ling who came back.

"Nine hours!" Yan Zhengling was shocked to realize that time passed so quickly.

Perhaps it was the lucky number "nine" that drove away her sadness. She suddenly smiled and said to Zhan Hanjue, "Brother, I will come see you tomorrow."

Seeing him so down and haggard, no wonder she cried so hard.

The doctor came in again and urged Yan Zhengling, "Madam, you have been here for nine hours. You have to drink water and eat some food before you can have the energy to continue accompanying the CEO!"

In the white intensive care unit, disinfectant water rushed through the entire ward, and sunlight filtered through the window screens and fell to the ground, forming mottled shadows.

As if everything he heard just now was an auditory hallucination, Zhan Hanjue's listless pupils slowly closed again.

After Yan Zhengling left, deathly silence returned to the ward.

However, Zhan Hanjue slowly opened his eyes at this time.

So. Ward.

After the anesthesia wore off, Zhan Hanjue leisurely opened his eyes again.

the next day.

The doctor conducted comprehensive tests on Zhan Hanjue and finally announced: "The CEO's vital signs have stabilized and are completely out of danger. He can be transferred to a general ward."

An ominous premonition flashed through his heart, because he recalled the night of the accident, when he was attacked by gangsters, who injected an unknown substance into his legs.

Obviously, the purpose of that group of people was achieved.

When he found himself lying on the hospital bed with no feeling in his legs and unable to move, Zhan Hanjue's handsome face was immediately covered with frost.

"What's wrong with my leg?" he asked the doctor.

"President, you have some mild muscle atrophy in your legs."

"Can you still stand up?" he asked through gritted teeth.

The doctor's face was serious, "President, this requires a miracle."

A self-deprecating sneer appeared on Lord Zhan Han's lips.
Chapter completed!