Boye smiled and said: "How do you feel today?"

"I'm fine." Zhan Hanjue said firmly.

Boye said: "How can it be cured so quickly? You still need to be treated for at least half a month. However, fortunately, I arrived in time and did not delay the treatment time. If I arrived late and the organ failure was serious, it would be troublesome."

Zhan Hanjue said: "Aren't you a miracle doctor? Are you still afraid of trouble?"

Boye said angrily: "So you just work hard for me, right? Jue'er, let me tell you, grandma is old and may die one day. From now on, you have to take good care of your body. You have to think

Xiang Zhengling, it’s best if you treat her well.”

Lord Zhan Han fell silent.

Boye relaxed his brows and said with a smile: "Don't you want to see Zheng Ling? Go ahead? She's next door to you."

Lord Zhan Han opened his eyes wide in shock, with anger and surprise mixed in his eyes. "She has been by my side these past few days?"

He thought of Zheng Ling, whose physical disorder had recurred again. With such a fragile heart and such a weak body, what would she do if he wasn't by her side to take care of her?

"I know." He said.

Pushing open the door to the bedroom next door, when he saw the thin and quiet person lying on the bed, his heart felt as if he was crying blood.

He walked towards Zheng Ling step by step with heavy steps, and sat on the chair beside the bed, with tears rolling down his face disobediently.

Boye nodded.

Zhan Hanjue jumped out of bed and ran out without even having time to put on his shoes.

Lord Zhan Han buried his face in her chest, held her hands, and sobbed painfully.

The seven-foot-tall man stood tall and tall. Even during the misfortune at Tourmaline Manor, he never shed a single tear, but now he was crying like a child.

"Zheng Ling." He touched her face gently.

She closed her eyes tightly, as quiet as a lifeless puppet.

"Do you know how worried I am about you when I wake up and can't see you?"

"You are always so kind to me. Can you love yourself well?"

That heart, which was harder than steel, was completely melted by Zheng Ling's beauty and by Zheng Ling's weak yet powerful protection.

"Fool. You are not in good health. If you want to go to Yuncheng, just ask others to go. Why go in person?"

The depths of his eyes grew colder and colder, finally condensing into frost. It seemed as if the cold air invaded his limbs and bones, making his whole body as cold as an ice cellar.

"Brother Jue is of no use, he didn't protect you well."

...

Zhan Hanjue murmured thousands of words, but got no response from Zheng Ling.

Zhan Hanjue was so frightened that he raised his head and looked at Zheng Ling's face. But Zheng Ling still closed his eyes tightly, and his palm-sized face was as quiet as a doll. There was no reaction at all.

Boye stood at the door, afraid that Zhan Hanjue would grieve too much and hurt his recovering body. He slowly walked up to him and whispered in detail: "Jue'er, Zhengling can hear your voice and feel you."

Touch her. Don't be sad, it will affect her mood and be detrimental to her physical recovery."

His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, and his handsome face turned gloomy. His hand holding Zheng Ling unconsciously increased its strength, and an aura of destruction lingered around him.

Zhan Hanjue gently stroked Zheng Ling's messy hair, and the hostility around him gradually dissipated, turning into softness around his fingers, covering Zheng Ling.

Boye looked at Zhan Hanjue, and every subtle expression on his face did not escape her eyes. His sadness was because of Zheng Ling. His overwhelming anger was also because of Zheng Ling. And his quiet gentleness,

It's also because of Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling is the source of all his emotions.


Chapter completed!