The medicine tasted very bitter, and Han Yurou frowned and swallowed it.

She glared at him, with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"What do you think? I'll eat you again." Rong Jincheng felt much better when he saw her being defeated.

"Rong Jincheng, you are really childish." Han Yurou glanced at him lightly.

Without saying anything more, she turned her head and continued to sleep with her back to him.

"Are you a little better?" Rong Jincheng asked.

Han Yurou didn't say anything, okay? Can she be fine? She closed her eyes tiredly.

Seeing that she didn't speak again, Rong Jincheng had to put the cup back in place awkwardly and said quietly: "Then you have a good rest. Don't be discharged from the hospital these days. I will come to see you when I have time. I will sleep in the compartment tonight. Don't worry, I won't disturb you."

"Can you go back to sleep?" Han Yurou felt uncomfortable, her voice was light and weak.

The lower abdomen is still a little painful, and it hurts if you move a little.

"I won't disturb you." Rong Jincheng emphasized again and again.

Han Yurou stopped talking because...every time she said something, the wound hurt a little, and the high fever had not completely subsided, so she couldn't lift it.

He can do whatever he likes.

Rong Jincheng didn't bother her anymore and turned off the light in the outer room for her: "I'll go to the compartment and call me if you have any questions, you can do it anytime."

After saying that, he knew that Han Yurou would not respond, so he walked towards the compartment lightly.

He finished a cup of coffee and continued to handle the work in his hands, and had to get up early tomorrow.

The rain outside was falling, and the sound of rain was everywhere.

Time passed by, and by accident, Rong Jincheng fell asleep on the table.

In his sleep, he returned to his childhood.

My childhood was not very beautiful. Before the age of five, children of the same age didn’t like to play with him very much. They all said that he had no father and his family was poor. The clothes he wore were all old, and some of them were even modified by his mother’s clothes.

Therefore, before the age of five, he was very lonely and introverted.

"The illegitimate child without dad!" Suddenly, a child picked up a stone from the ground and hit him on the head.

With a "dong", Rong Jincheng woke up from his sleep and rubbed his forehead.

Oh, I had another not very beautiful dream.

The coffee that had not been finished in the cup was already cold, so why did he fall asleep?

There are still those annoying children in the dream.

He coughed lightly, cheered up, and continued to watch the email processing work.

It was already late at night, but he was no longer sleepy.

He remembered that Qingming Festival was coming soon and it was time to go to his mother's grave to incense sticks.

In March, the rain gurgles outside the curtain.

There was darkness everywhere. At first glance, it was dark and there was no light.

...

The next morning.

The rain had stopped, and fog was floating in the air, and white fog shrouded over the entire capital, adding a vague state to the scenery in the capital.

It rained for two consecutive days and the temperature dropped a lot.

Rong Jincheng put on his suit, hurriedly took a bite of breakfast and left the ward.

Before leaving, Han Yurou had not woken up yet. Seeing her beautiful and fair face, he couldn't help but press her shoulder and kiss her.

Unfortunately, this scene happened to be seen by Han Yurou's doctor.

The female doctor looked at Rong Jincheng and warned: "The patient had just had an abortion and could not have sex."

"..." Rong Jincheng rolled his eyes, "Do I look very thirsty?"
Chapter completed!