Chapter 791

She spat out a mouthful of blood on her hands.

Zheng Ling looked at the blood in the palm of her hand, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

What's wrong with her?

Zhan Hanjue heard her heavy cough, and every time she coughed, his heart, liver and lungs tightened.

He spun the wheelchair around and slid it in front of her.

He saw that her pale softness was blood-red, and his eagle eyes shrank suddenly. "Yan Zhengling, go back and lie down." He commanded.

Yan Zhengling's eyes were a little sloppy, and the War Chill Jue in her field of vision had become many, many people, and she knew that she was blind.

She staggered forward, obviously trying to avoid him, but she reached out and touched it indiscriminately, but she just touched his face.

Yan Zhengling's pupils seemed to be frozen, and her eyes were hazy and couldn't focus.

Zhan Hanjue's whole body was paralyzed in the wheelchair, "Come on, help Miss Yan to the bed." ”

Her hand quickly retracted, "I'm sorry." ”

Zhan Hanjue's pupils constricted from her fright, and he slowly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

But Yan Zhengling seemed to be crazy, broke free from their hands, and ran forward.

Zhan Hanjue stretched out his hand to stop her, she was already weak, and the whole person fell into his arms.

"I don't want it, I want to go home. I don't want to stay here. Yan Zhengling shouted.

Several maids came over and walked back with the weak Yan Zhengling in their arms.

People dare not get close.

"When your injuries are healed, I'll send you home." His tone softened. ”

He hugged her, Yan Zhengling looked at him, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and many phantoms overlapped.

She looked at his face, wondering if it was an illusion, thinking that he was so haggard. The already thin face has been much thinner. The noble tearing face became more and more sharp.

He carried her to the bed, and the doctor quickly came in and reinserted the needle.

Zhan Hanjue lit the incense next to him, and Yan Zhengling's drowsy head soon became sleepy.

A trace of sadness flashed in Yan Zhengling's eyes. "Don't dare to work hard. I can't thank you enough to ask someone to take me home. She turned her head away from him.

There was an overflow of hurt emotion in the eyes of the Frost Lord.

Zhan Hanjue stared at her coldly, "Get out of here immediately." ”

The new girlfriend pouted and sold cuteness, "If you run out of others, let others go." It's really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs. ”

After Yan Zhengling fell asleep, Zhan Hanjue came out of Yan Zhengling's ward, and his "new girlfriend" swayed over.

"Hanjue!"

Ye Feng walked over and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture, "Get out." ”

The bewitching girl rolled her eyes at Ye Feng a few times and left in a daze.

Zhan Han Jue said: "In the future, you are not allowed to appear in front of her without my order." ”

The new girlfriend was very aggrieved, "Where is that girl good?" Are you so interested in her? ”

Once her injuries were under control, the Lord ordered the sedative to be banned.

Yan Zhengling seemed to have slept too much, and she didn't fall asleep all day and night after waking up.

In the next few days, the doctor was afraid that Yan Zhengling would be in a mood again, so he added sedative medicine to her. And she fell into a deep sleep for seven days. It's just that every night, she coughs terribly.

The Lord of War had to hold her every night, and he sat and let her lie on his shoulder, erect. bits, will reduce coughing. She'll sleep a little deeper.

She was so sober, but she didn't mess around anymore, she just didn't say a word all day long. Staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The doctor told Zhan Hanjue: "Miss Yan's heart disease is more worrying than her injury. If someone in her family suffers from a peripheral nerve disorder, she has to be very careful. Ms. Yan's intermittent blindness may be difficult to cure in the end. ”

Zhan Hanjue knew that Old Lady Yan had also suffered from a very serious peripheral nerve disease, and he asked the doctor nervously, "Will this disease be hereditary?" ”