Chapter 1712

Zheng Ling's car has just arrived at Bixi manor. At the gate of Bixi manor, zhanting city helps Yu Qianqian down from the car. Accompanied by Yu Qianqian and Zhu Ma.

Zheng Ling doesn't want to meet Yu Qian. In order to prevent her and Yu Qianqian from quarreling as before, which makes Zhan hanjue physically and mentally tired, Zheng Ling decides not to disclose the information about his return to the imperial capital for the time being.

Zheng Ling turns the front of the car and decides to take the path to sneak into Bixi.

Xiangding garden.

Huanya's respiratory experts are Zhan hanjue for joint consultation, and then give the optimal diagnosis scheme.

Based on the development trend of the disease to the serious direction, experts gave him infusion atomization.

Yu Qianqian arrives at Zhan hanjue's bedroom door and is stopped by Zhan Su and Hanbao. "My father needs a rest, so I'd better not go in." Zhan Su Dao.

Yu Qianqian angrily roared: "I'm his mother. Why do you become an idle person? "

"Han Bao said:" in addition to shouting, will you treat the patient gently and considerately like my mother

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Han hanjue frowned when he heard the dispute outside the door. "Su Su, Han Bao, let Grandma in," he cried

Su Su and Han Bao just make way for a narrow channel.

Yu Qianqian opened the door and slid the wheelchair to Zhan hanjue's bed, "jue'er."

Zhan hanjue's eyes were dispirited and he said, "Mom. I'm fine. "

Yu Qianqian heartache way: "you ah, let me say you what good?"? If you can put down Yan Zhengling, you will not live so hard? You are just stubborn, which is like me

"Mom, I'm tired. I want to rest. " Zhan hanjue frowned and closed his weak eyes.

Yu Qianqian sighed, "I know you don't like to hear me talk about Yan Zhengling. If I don't say it, I will."

Zhan hanjue closed his eyes and didn't want to wake up.

Yu Qianqian had no choice but to push the wheelchair out.

Zhan hanjue doesn't want to hear Yu Qianqian complain that Zhengling is true, but it's true without spirit.

The fever kept burning for a day and a half, which made him dying. No strength at all.

At the moment, there is nothing in the chaotic mind but Zheng Ling.

A soft voice came from the window. It was like a butterfly came in through the window without a sound.

Crept to the hospital bed, saw frowning, haggard Zhan hanjue, Zheng Ling, heart like a knife.

She sat on the bench at the head of the bed, gently holding Zhan hanjue's hand, gently stroking the back of his hand which was red and swollen due to infusion.

His face is very thin, so his facial features become more profound and three-dimensional. Just a beautiful elegant black hair, now appears a little messy. It makes him look very haggard.

Zheng Ling gently straightened his hair with his fingers. Although he closed his eyes, there was a very thick breathing sound. Zheng Ling judged that he was not asleep from his breathing sound.

Her action was so gentle that it calmed the anxiety in his heart. Zhan hanjue opened his eyes, but what came into his eyes was a beautiful face that he thought about day and night.

Zhan hanjue was very excited. A moment ago, his mother brought him stagnation and unhappiness. Now, Zheng Ling brought him a surprise. This kind of psychological surprise made him sit up and say, "Zheng Ling."

He stretched out his hand to embrace Zheng Ling, but suddenly he thought of something. He took the mask on his head cabinet and put it on. Then he held Zheng Ling tightly in his arms.

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