As soon as Zhengling's car arrived at Bixi Manor, he saw Zhan Tingcheng helping Yu Qianqian get out of the car at the entrance of Bixi Manor. Accompanying Yu Qianqian was Zhuma.

Zheng Ling did not want to meet Yu Qianqian. In order to prevent her and Yu Qianqian from quarreling like the previous times, which would make Zhan Hanjue physically and mentally exhausted, Zheng Ling decided not to leak the information about her return to the imperial capital for the time being.

Zheng Ling turned the car around and decided to take a small path and sneak into Bixi.

Xiangding Garden.

Media Asia's respiratory experts conducted a joint consultation with Zhan Hanjue and then gave him the optimal diagnostic plan.

Based on the trend of the disease developing in a serious direction, experts gave him infusions and aerosolization.

Yu Qianqian rushed to the door of Zhan Hanjue's bedroom, but was stopped by Zhan Su and Han Bao. "My dad needs to rest, and it's better not to go in while others are waiting," Zhan Su said.

When Zhan Hanjue heard the argument outside the door, he frowned and shouted in a low voice: "Susu, Hanbao, let grandma come in."

Susu and Hanbao then made way for a narrow passage.

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

Yu Qianqian yelled angrily: "I am his mother. Why did he become an idler?"

Han Bao said: "In addition to yelling and screaming, will you treat patients as gently and considerately as my mother did?"

Yu Qianqian was furious. "Get out of the way!"

Yu Qianqian sighed, "I know you don't like to hear me talk about Yan Zhengling, so I won't say anything."

But Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes, unwilling to wake up.

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

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were depressed and he said listlessly: "Mom, I'm fine."

Yu Qianqian said distressedly: "You, what can I say about you? If you could let go of Yan Zhengling, you wouldn't have such a hard life? You are just stubborn, you are just like me in this aspect."

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

Suddenly, a soft sound came from the window. Yan Zhengling was like a butterfly flapping on the window, and then squeezing in silently through the gap.

Tiptoeing to the bedside, he saw Zhan Hanjue, who was frowning and looking haggard, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.

She sat on the bedside stool, gently held Zhan Hanjue's hand, and gently stroked the back of his hand that was red and swollen due to the infusion.

It's true that Zhan Hanjue doesn't want to hear Yu Qianqian's complaint about Zheng Ling, but it's also true that he has no energy.

The high fever lasted for a day and a half, burning him to the point of dying. He had no strength at all.

At this moment, there was nothing else in my chaotic mind except Zheng Ling.

His face was very thin, and his facial features became more profound and three-dimensional. However, his beautiful and flowing black hair looked a bit messy at the moment. It made Lord Zhan Han look very haggard.

Zheng Ling used her fingers to gently arrange his hair. Although he had his eyes closed, he could hear a very thick breathing sound. From his breathing sound, Zheng Ling judged that he was not asleep.

Her movements were so gentle, soothing Zhan Hanjue's anxiety. Zhan Hanjue opened his eyelids, and what came into view was a beautiful face that he missed day and night.

Zhan Hanjue was very excited. One moment it was the stasis and unhappiness brought by his mother, and now it was the surprise brought to him by Zheng Ling. This psychological surprise gap made him sit up in excitement, "Zheng Ling."

He stretched out his hand to hug Zheng Ling, but suddenly thought of something, he picked up the mask on the bedside table and put it on, then hugged Zheng Ling tightly into his arms.


Chapter completed!