Chapter 955 Giving in (1)

He recognized it as the pill box she had taken out downstairs in his apartment.

The words on the medicine box were very long, and they were not the morning-after pills he thought they were.

Han Zhihui didn't know much about medicine. He didn't particularly know the name on the medicine box or what it specifically treated.

He thought she had been feeling unwell recently, so he picked up the medicine box and looked at the simple instructions printed on the back.

When he scanned the line of text on purpose, he found the key point: depression.

Is this... an antidepressant drug?

Han Zhihui's mind went blank for a moment. He stared at the words on the medicine box unconsciously for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at Cheng Weiwan who was lying on the bed, sleeping.

She...suffers from depression and has been taking medicine?

How long? Mild depression or severe depression?

Han Zhihui pinched the fingertips of the medicine box. As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but slowly increase the force.

No wonder, when he saw her recently, she would stare at one place from time to time, as if she had no soul, and would not come back to her senses for a long time.

He thought she was thinking about something, but now it seems that it was not what he thought, she was just in a daze...

He remembered that she was very quiet before, but it was the kind of peaceful quietness, but now her quietness was more lifeless.

He thought it was because she had given birth to a child that her personality had changed, but to his surprise, it turned out to be depression...

"Han Han... Han Han..." A very slight voice suddenly came from the silent ward.

Han Zhi returned to his senses, looked intently, and saw tears streaming from the corners of Cheng Weiwan's eyes.

"Han Han... Han Han..." She turned her mouth over and over again, muttering only these two words.

Her tears flowed more and more, and in the end, she cried quietly in a coma.

"Han Han, you can't abandon mother... Han Han..." After crying for a while, she suddenly started to mutter again.

"...Hanhan, you can't abandon your mother, they have all abandoned their mother...you can't abandon your mother anymore...Hanhan...you are the only one left, mother..."

Speaking of this, she was probably too sad and wanted to cry, but even in a coma dream, she still couldn't cry freely.

Han Zhihui looked at Cheng Weiwan who was struggling suppressed and struggling. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to go up or down, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable with the choking.

He didn't know how long it had been, but by the time he recovered from the pain, she had calmed down, her eyelashes were wet, and there were tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

The liquid in the infusion bottle has bottomed out.

Han Zhihui swallowed, put the medicine box back into Cheng Weiwan's bag, then leaned over and pressed the call bell on the bedside table.

The nurse rushed over quickly and helped Cheng Weiwan pull out the needle.

After the nurse left, Han Zhihui stood by the bed for a short while, then turned and walked out of the ward and left the hospital.

It was late at night. Han Zhihui stood on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, and made a few calls to friends who had just woken up from his harassment. After hanging up, he lit another cigarette. Halfway through, he I put out my cigarette, got in the car, and went home.

The next day, Han Zhihui got up early in the morning.

The housekeeper had prepared breakfast, and when he saw him coming downstairs, he immediately pulled out the dining chair for him.

After sitting down, Han Zhihui reached out and took the bowl of porridge handed over by the butler. He took a few sips and stopped as if he remembered something.