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General Ji knew that Ol 'Three had stood outside for an entire night, and his anger had also dissipated by more than half. Finally, he was willing to meet someone, and although Ji Weiyang was paying for his father's loss, he absolutely did not mention anything about Zhan Yan. It was just that he couldn't continue to make a ruckus like he did yesterday and didn't force him any further.

Ji Weiyang's fever was high, and she did not retreat. The hallway was shaking, but Ji Ting did not let him leave. She hadn't slept for an entire night. She was obviously very tired, and his head was hurting so much that it felt like it was going to split open. However, she just couldn't fall asleep. Almost unconsciously, he took out his phone and called Zhan Yan.

At this time, Zhan Yan should have just eaten breakfast and was sitting in the garden sunbathing. "Viyan." Her soft and gentle voice seemed to have a miraculous effect of soothing people's hearts. Ji Weiyang's agitated mood immediately calmed down.

"In the garden?" he asked.

"Yes." The other responded faintly.

"It just rained last night, so the temperature is very low today. Don't forget to put on some clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Mm, got it." The corner of Zhan Yan's mouth raised into a faint smile, and she asked again, "Weiyang, are you very tired? Is it a busy job? " Normally, he would report to her at night on time due to Wei Family, but he suddenly didn't come. Zhan Yan stood on the balcony and waited eagerly for a long time and couldn't help feeling disappointed, in the end it was Lu Ruping who persuaded her to return to her room.

"No, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." Ji Weiyang rubbed his head that was hurting, his eyes suddenly becoming moist again.

"You should also pay more attention to your body. If you work all day and all night, you're not young anymore. You're not made of iron, so you only need to have enough money." Zhan Yan reminded her with concern.

Ji Weiyang laughed, "Is Yan Yan Yan concerned about me?"

"I've always cared about you." Zhan Yan held onto the phone, her face slightly flushed, but she admitted it very calmly.

And on the other end of the phone, Ji Weiyang was laughing, with a smile on his face, as if his words were worth it. " "I might not be able to go back in the next two days. You have to take care of yourself. If I go back and see you lose weight, see how I deal with you."

Ji Weiyang's half-jokingly half-serious words caused Zhan Yan to lightly smile. "I understand, you too."

"Yan Yan, give me a kiss." he said again.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound from the other side of the phone. Zhan Yan had always been a shy person, and would never do such a thing, but just when he thought that Zhan Yan would hang up, he heard her gently kiss the phone, softly and soundlessly. However, Ji Weiyang heard it very clearly.

The corner of his lips curled up as his bright smile slowly spread out, quickly dispersing all the haze.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Weiyang lay on the ground in a daze for a few hours, staying in a half asleep state. At the start, he still felt pain in his head, but in the end, it was numbed by the pain and he lost consciousness.

Ji Ting only noticed that something was amiss when she came up to call him for lunch. " Viyan, get up. Dad wants you to come down for dinner. "

She sat on the bedside and pushed at Ji Weiyang's heavy body. thought that he was still holding onto Jiao, so without thinking too much, she reprimanded him, "Hurry up and get up. Dad didn't even mention yesterday's matter, do you still plan on continuing? Let me tell you this, if you keep on going on and on, then you will really make dad angry. As the second sister, I won't help you anymore. "

She rambled on for a while, but the person on the bed did not have any response. She was angry and pulled away the blanket covering his body, only to see Ji Weiyang with his eyes tightly shut, his face flushed red. He must be sick, and that was also why when he cooled down last night, Ji Weiyang had soaked himself in rain for the whole night, making it so that he could not take it anymore.

Ji Ting placed her hands on his forehead. The temperature was so hot that it was terrifying, she was immediately dumbstruck, and cried out loudly, "Weiyang, Weiyang, what's wrong with you, please don't scare second sister!"

Ji Ting was so scared that she was crying. Since her childhood, when had she ever seen Ji Weiyang this sickly look?

Ji Ting cried for a long time, until only a small crack appeared in her eye, but very quickly, she fell unconscious again. Ji Ting staggered down the stairs, and anxiously said, "Dad, brother, what do we do? Weiyang seems to be sick."

"Did he catch a cold last night? He's a grown man, is there a need to make such a big fuss over a minor illness?" Ji Bocheng still sat steadily by the dining table.

The Old Master was not aware of the situation, they knew that the Old Master loved Old Third the most. The matter of Old Third having been out in the rain all night, they had only talked about it half-heartedly, and now that they thought about it, Ji Weiyang was only wearing a shirt, he must be very sick.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call the doctor. " Ji Weixin pushed Su Ying, who was beside him, and ordered anxiously.

Su Ying stood up quickly and called the old man's doctor.

The whole family gathered around Ji Weiyang. After the doctor finished his examination, he shook his head awkwardly, "It might be acute pneumonia, it's better to quickly send him to the hospital."

When General Ji heard this, he became anxious and quickly ordered the driver to send Ji Weiyang to the hospital. The whole family surrounded Ji Weiyang.

When Ji Weiyang was sent to the hospital, he had a fever of 39 degrees, and fainted. Although after treatment, the fever stopped and he regained his senses at night, but he was coughing non-stop, as though he did not hear anything, causing his heart to tremble along with him.

Ji Bocheng had a high blood pressure, so no one dared to let him accompany them. After a while, they finally sent the old man back, and although they had hired a professional nurse, Ji Weixin and Ji Ting took turns to monitor him.

"He's all right, he fell down just like that. Look at him, I really feel sorry for him." Ji Ting cried until her eyes were swollen. Ji Weilin, the fourth oldest, was a traitor and had been Weiyang's closest friend since he was young.

"What are you crying for? He asked for it." Ji Weixin said with a cold face, but his face was filled with exhaustion and worry.

Ji Ting wiped away her tears and continued to sob, "I think Wei Yang is serious this time. Brother, why don't you go back and persuade Dad to stay with Zhan Yan?

"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? "You can make Weiyang childless for the rest of his life. As long as dad lets go now, I won't be able to control him in the future." Ji Weixin sighed helplessly.

"Then what should we do? Was he going to let Wei Yang continue to cause trouble like this? "If we can't keep our lives, we'll just die of acute pneumonia today. By then, we won't even have time to regret it …"

"What are you saying? Can't you hope for your brother to do better?" A cold voice interrupted Ji Ting's words, causing the General Ji to enter the ward and sit down beside the sickbed.

And at this time, on the sickbed, Ji Weiyang was unconscious, cold blood flowed through the IV tube on the back of his hand and into the blood vessels. Seeing him like this, Ji Bocheng's heart ached as well.

"Dad, why are you back? Your blood pressure is high, you should go back and rest. "

Ji Bocheng did not answer, but asked, "The doctor said, when does Weiyang wake up?"

"Probably tomorrow morning." Ji Ting replied warmly, before probing further, "Dad, look at Weiyang's situation, he and …" Ji Ting's voice grew weaker and weaker as he spoke, and in the end, her voice completely disappeared. He still did not speak out the latter half of the sentence. Seeing that her father's expression was getting colder and colder, she really didn't dare to continue speaking.

On the side, Ji Weixin glared at her. "Enough, stop bringing up the issue. The most important thing right now is Weiyang's body."

"This is a heart attack." Ji Ting mustered the courage to say this as she turned around and walked out of the sickroom.

Ji Bocheng did not say anything, but Ji Weixin clearly saw the expression in his father's eyes soften.

If Ji Weiyang said that the rain that he had soaked the night with had some bitterness to it, then it was very clear that his torture had paid off. As long as he continued to be sick, if he stayed sick for another ten days or half a month, the old man might really nod his head.

In this world, how could there be a parent who could be so stubborn as to have children?

On the second day when General Ji arrived at the hospital again, Ji Weiyang was already awake.

The hospital was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. When Ji Weiyang just woke up, his gaze was still slow, his indifferent gaze swept over everyone one by one, and finally stopped at the snow-white ceiling above his head. His black eyes seemed to flash with a sense of loss. He coughed a few times and called out hoarsely, "Dad."

He tried to get up but was pushed back down by Ji Bocheng, "Alright, just lie still. Such a big person will not be able to rest properly. "

Ji Weiyang looked at his father quietly, but in the span of a single night, he seemed to have aged a lot, as a deep moat appeared on his face.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm probably too tired. You should go back and rest first."

"You still know how to care about your dad? Your dad hasn't agreed to sleep all night because of your illness. You're already thirty, how can you not worry." Ji Weixin scolded with a straight face.

Ji Weiyang's gentle smile was actually not rebutted at all, his meek attitude made people feel that he was being abnormal.

"Alright, stop talking and let him rest well. We'll talk about the rest after he leaves the hospital." Ji Bocheng sighed, but it was clear that he was biased.

Ji Weixin did not say anything. He had a fire in his backyard, but he was not qualified to talk to others.

Ji Bocheng sat for a while more and then left. He had a meeting in the morning, and it was hard enough for the old man to run around the hospital twice. After the old man left, Ji Weixin left as well. He had been very busy in the army, and now that Ji Weiyang had woken up, everyone sighed a breath of relief. As long as the matter between Ji Weiyang and his father was not resolved, it would be a problem for everyone.

Ji Weiyang stayed in the hospital for a week, but his condition still did not improve at all. Ji Ting had always been accompanying him in the hospital. Sometimes, when she heard his cough, his heart would hurt.

Ji Bocheng and Ji Weixin would come to the hospital once a day, but he had performed well. Not only did he not cough, he had forced himself to smile, and as long as General Ji and Ji Weixin left, he would cough very hard.

"When did the doctor say he could be discharged?" In the hallway, Ji Weixin asked.

Ji Ting sneered, "Discharge? From the looks of it, he doesn't intend to leave the hospital for the rest of his life. "

"His face is a bit pale, but there's nothing wrong with it."

"There's nothing wrong with him. He doesn't want you and dad to see that he's coughing so he can't sleep every night. That's why he looks so bad." Ji Ting said while crying. Ever since we were young, we all thought that our parents doted on Viyan the most, but we never thought that he would be the most obedient one among us. Other than the matter with Zhan Yan, he never disobeyed our parents, and she never even said "no". Back then, her grandfather let him inherit the company, so he accepted it without any hesitation. Can you do it? It wasn't that dad didn't ask you before, but how did you answer? "

Ji Weixin became silent. Back then, his father had indeed sought his opinion, and as the eldest son, he should have shouldered the responsibility of the clan, but he was too cowardly, and the business of Ji Family was a mess. So he had told his father that he needed time to think.

But Ji Weiyang did not think about it. He gave up his great future, and took up a heavy burden at the most chaotic time of his Ji's. It could be said that he was ordered to be in danger.

"Why bring this up now? "What exactly is Viyan's condition?" Ji Weixin asked.

Ji Ting shook his head, "It's not like you're not clear about this. It's not like you're clear about this, it's just that Weiyang's disease is a heart attack. After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked in the direction of the ward.

When Ji Ting walked into the ward, it was completely empty. However, the snow-white curtain that fluttered in the air revealed a tall and ancient figure faintly. Ji Ting walked over quickly with a frown, "Weiyang, why are you standing here and blowing on the wind? You don't want to die, do you? "

Ji Weiyang slowly turned his head to look at her, and smiled warmly: "Sis, I'm fine, the room is a little stuffy, I'm coming out to take a breather."

After he finished speaking, he coughed a few times and looked into the distance. In this direction, she could see the entrance to the hospital. What was he hoping for? Ji Ting pondered for a moment, and in the end, shook her head and sighed.

"You're already coughing up so much yet you're still standing here blowing the cold wind? Hurry up and follow me into the house." Ji Ting pulled his arm, and even though Ji Weiyang was sick, he was still an unshakable man. Ji Ting was slightly annoyed, and said again, "Ji Weiyang, do you still have any prospects? If you want to stand here for the rest of your life and become a wishstone, since you miss her, you can just make a phone call. "

Ji Weiyang smiled bitterly, "I don't want her to worry. You also know that Yan Yan's body is not too good."

Ji Ting shook her head helplessly, grabbed his arm and helped him into the sickroom, "Oh you, think of everything for her, do you really love her that much? You've been married for three years, and you haven't always treated others coldly or warmly. This is the first time that I've discovered that my little brother is so infatuated. " Ji Ting's tone was half joking, half mocking.

The corner of Ji Weiyang's mouth slightly turned bitter. The reason why he didn't want to talk about it was because of the word "responsibility". He had missed out on too many, too many things with Zhan Yan.

Ji Ting carried him to the sickbed, poured him a cup of warm water and started to clean up the room. When she opened the drawer and saw the scattered pills, her expression immediately changed.

She grabbed the pills and walked in front of Ji Weiyang, asking angrily, "Explain to me, what exactly happened?"

Ji Weiyang glanced at it indifferently, and replied without thinking much of it, "There's no need to explain, I just forgot to handle it."

"Stop being so sloppy. Let me ask you, why don't you take some medicine? You must be crazy. " Ji Ting trembled when she held onto the pills. She threw the pills in her hands onto the ground and shouted, "Ji Weiyang, are you torturing yourself or us? Ever since you got sick, your father hasn't been able to sleep all night. Big Brother has always been a person who doesn't smoke too much and has been smoking non-stop recently. "How long do you want to play this trick for?"

Ji Weiyang did not retort and only allowed Ji Ting to vent. His deep black eyes slightly narrowed, and from time to time, they would be accompanied by faint coughing sounds.

When Ji Ting was tired from shouting, she ignored him, picked up her bag, and left. She was really angry. As she stood at the entrance of the hospital, her chest was still rapidly rising and falling.

But no matter how angry she is, in the end, she still has deep affection for him. Ji Weiyang is a sore point, so she had to find him some medicine. "

Ji Ting hailed a taxi and reported the address of Wei Family to the driver. When she stood in front of the door of the Wei Family Villa, separated by the ornately carved iron gate, and looked far away, she saw Zhan Yan really sitting in the garden and basking in the sun. She was wearing a thin, snow-white sweater, a beige skirt, and her long hair was scattered carelessly around her waist.

Ji Ting quietly stood there, quietly watching. At that time, what appeared in her eyes, was her brother's' heart medicine '.