Chapter 583

was once peerless, but now only unruly remains.

Yan Zhengling looked at him in a daze, tears streaming down her face.

In the end, because he couldn't suppress his sad emotions, he reached out to gag his mouth, so he couldn't let his cry come out.

She stayed with him in the hospital room for nine hours, without eating or drinking, and just looked at him quietly.

The doctor urged her many times, but Yan Zhengling replied to him abruptly: "Just let me stay with him for a while." ”

She had never heard him in her life. He always wanted to keep her bound. And she always had various reasons to leave him.

If she hadn't been so stubborn and willful, maybe her brother wouldn't have had such a catastrophe. Even if he can't avoid such a catastrophe, with her by his side, at least he won't be as lonely as he is now.

Zhan Hanjue was distraught by this annoying cry, he was not dead yet, would it be too early to cry and mourn.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll never leave you again." Yan Zhengling's voice sounded clearly in his ears with the same strength as before, as well as the timidity of cowardice.

The effect of the anesthetic gradually waned, and the Lord of War Chill slowly woke up from a long slumber. The consciousness slowly gathered, his head was dizzy, and his eyelids were too heavy to hold on.

But I heard a low sobbing sound in my ears, and the voice was full of restraint and forbearance, and I didn't dare to cry loudly even though I was extremely sad in my heart.

He was not only happy, but also infinitely sentimental.

Why is this time in the first place?

The dead heart of the Lord of War is like a dead wood in the cold winter suddenly encountering a spring like a hot sun, all the ice and snow are melted, and all the decaying and lifeless dry waters are like pouring into the clear spring, and a green earth full of spring is born.

It was his Zheng Ling who came back.

"Nine hours!" Yan Zhengling was shocked to realize that time passed so quickly.

Perhaps it was the lucky number "nine" that expelled her sadness, and she suddenly smiled and said to Zhan Hanjue, "Brother, I will come to see you tomorrow." ”

Seeing him so depressed and haggard, no wonder she cried so hard.

The doctor came in again and urged Yan Zhengling, "Madam, you've been here for nine hours. You have to drink saliva and eat a bite to have the energy to continue to accompany the president! ”

In the white care room, disinfectant water rushed to the entire ward, and sunlight spilled in through the window screen and fell to the ground to form mottled shadows.

As if everything he had just heard was an auditory hallucination, the listless pupils of the Battle Chill Lord slowly closed again.

After Yan Zhengling left, the dead silence in the ward returned.

And the Lord of War Chill slowly opened his eyes at this time.

Thereupon. Lord Zhan was transferred to the VIP ward of the hospital.

After the anesthetic had taken effect, the Lord of War Chill opened his eyes again leisurely.

The next day.

The physician conducted a comprehensive examination for Zhan Hanjue, and finally announced: "The president's vital signs have stabilized and are completely out of danger." You can transfer to a general ward. ”

An ominous premonition crossed his mind, as he recalled the night of the accident, when he was attacked by gangsters, who had injected his legs with an unknown substance.

Clearly, the purpose of the group was achieved.

When he found himself lying on the hospital bed, his legs unconscious and unable to move, the handsome face of the Battle Chill Lord was immediately covered with frost.

"What's wrong with my leg?" He asked the doctor.

"President, you have some mild muscle atrophy in your legs."

"Can you still stand up?" He asked through gritted teeth.

The doctor's face was solemn, "President, this needs a miracle." ”

The corners of Zhan Hanjue's lips hooked into a self-deprecating sneer.

Recovery is probably impossible, and now he should pray that his legs will not continue to deteriorate.