Yan Zhengling saw that something was wrong and rushed out.

"Brother Ah Yue."

Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zhengling who suddenly appeared. He was too weak to say a word. He even lost the ability to ask for help.

Yan Zhengling saw the rash on his face and said, "You are allergic to alcohol."

There was a hint of astonishment in Lord Zhan Han's eyes. This female devil could actually identify his illness at a glance?

She did not unreasonably suspect that his private life was chaotic like those stupid fishermen, which actually made him inexplicably grateful.

She picked him up and ran to the parking lot quickly.

After arriving at Media Asia, Zhan Hanjue was immediately sent to the emergency room.

Yan Zhengling sat outside the rescue room again, spending a nervous and anxious night.

After reading aloud, Yan Zhengling looked at Zhan Hanjue with a solemn expression. "Yesterday, you almost died."

Zhan Hanjue's expression was indifferent. He had already put life and death aside. Therefore, he did not feel very panic about the danger last night.

The next day, Zhan Hanjue was out of danger and was sent to the general ward.

Yan Zhengling organized his medical records, sat in front of him and read aloud very seriously: "The doctor has done a comprehensive examination on you. You have erosive gastritis and you should carry stomach medicine with you. But among all the stomach medicine, are you right?

You are allergic to tetraline, so you cannot use this medicine. Also, you are severely allergic to alcohol, so you must not touch alcoholic drinks in the future."

Zhan Hanjue spent some time thinking about this problem, right?

Yan Zhengling said: "There is always someone in this world who lives for you. If you don't cherish yourself, you will let down her love for you."

Compared with his calmness, Yan Zhengling seemed overly nervous. "Have you ever thought about how sad those who love you will be if you die?"

Someone who loves him?

This female devil never opens or lifts any pot.

Yan Zhengling: "..."

Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zhengling fiercely, "I'm hungry."

He didn't believe that there were people in this world who would live specifically for him. When he lived in this world, the memories in his mind were all of the looks he received and the contempt he received.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her and suddenly said, "President, aren't you busy?"

Yan Zhengling: "..."

He turned around and left, and not long after, he bought him some hot porridge.

Yan Zhengling helped Zhan Hanjue sit up, and then raised the hospital bed considerately.

What could be more important than pursuing your husband?

However, at this moment, Yan Zheng called urgently.

Does this mean he dislikes her for taking care of him?

Yan Zhengling smiled sweetly at him and said, "I'm not busy."

Yan Zhengling saw the call and cut it off.

Yan Zheng called in again with perseverance.

Zhan Hanjue said coldly: "Take it."

Yan Zhengling had no choice but to answer the phone, and Yan Zheng's loud voice came over.
Chapter completed!