When the door finally opened, what caught people's eyes was a girl in a water-blue dress squatting beside the wall. Beside her was a pair of white high heels twisted from outside. Mu Lingfeng looked at Zhuang Yan's extremely embarrassed look, for some reason, and there was always a slight sense of unknown meaning in his heart.

"Oh!" Someone among the onlookers exclaimed, "I just said that I kept hearing the knock on the door and the sound of help. You guys don't believe it!" The uncle who spoke was scolding the staff who had been late for several hours, and was about to touch Zhuang Yan who was already unconscious.

However, before the uncle's hand touched Zhuang Yan's shoulder, Mu Lingfeng pushed it away. The uncle looked at the man awkwardly, as if he knew their relationship, so he had to shrink his hands and retreat aside. Mu Lingfeng picked up Zhuang Yan and saw that there seemed to be tears on her face and her slender ankles were swollen.

I don’t know who was outside shouting: “Call an ambulance.”

The person next to him corrected him: "This is the hospital."

A group of people rushed to the stretcher bed and pulled Zhuang Yan to the emergency room for emergency treatment. Mu Lingfeng was waiting by her bed from beginning to end. Fortunately, the doctor said that it was just a short coma caused by overwork and not eating for a long time. It was nothing big. It only took two days to recuperate and replenish her body. That's right, she was cut off at that time and she had shed so much blood. It was indeed necessary to replenish her.

Mu Lingfeng looked at the woman who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, and didn't know what she was thinking. He looked at the sleeping woman and slowly spoke: "I don't allow you to die, I don't allow you to be relieved so easily. Listen, Zhuang Yan, I, Mu Lingfeng, have to make you pay the price." However, Zhuang Yan still closed her eyes tightly, unmoved.

He stood in front of the windowsill and looked at the scenery downstairs, all kinds of people, one after another. He waited until he unconsciously lit a cigarette and smashed it for two to realize that this was the ward. There was a patient lying on the bed covered with snow-white bedding. He then slapped the cigarette butt and heard a weak voice talking.

"Water, water..."

Mu Lingfeng quickly poured a cup of warm water and fed it to Zhuang Yan, who was still in a state of mind. Zhuang Yan finished drinking the full cup of warm water in one breath before seeing the scene in front of her clearly. It was Mu Lingfeng hugging her.

"Is it better?" Mu Lingfeng asked.

Zhuang Yan nodded, saying nothing extra. Mu Lingfeng did not question her why she ran away. She had already received the punishment she deserved, right? But even so, he could not deceive himself to be more and more gentle to this woman.

Because Zhuang Yan was still a little weak, she simply stayed in the ward. Mu Lingfeng disappeared again, and the people who watched her were still watching her every day. Fortunately, the doctor said that her disease had certain psychological factors and needed to go out for a walk every day to relax. So, she could still walk around in a small garden in the hospital for about an hour every day. However, someone was still monitoring her every move.

Zhuang Yan sat on a bench in the octagonal pavilion and looked at a young couple sitting opposite her and a little boy with bandages on his face.

Although the little boy had bandages on his face and even one arm was wrapped in bandages, he was still walking around the pavilion with some vigor. He touched the vines and leaves hanging from the top of the pavilion, and squatted in the grass to watch the ants carrying food, and he had fun alone.

The boy's mother was holding a bowl of porridge, holding a spoon in one hand and stirring it and blowing it up: "Haohao, come here to drink the porridge soon."

Haohao shook his head, maybe it was a wound, and grinned in pain: "Mom, Haohao doesn't want to drink white porridge, Haohao wants to eat fried chicken legs."
Chapter completed!