Chapter 961 Giving in (7)

Dr. Luo called Han Zhi to come back to the hospital, but Cheng Weiwan didn't know.

When Han Zhi returned to the hospital, he did not go to the ward to visit Cheng Han first, but went directly to Dr. Luo's office.

After chatting for nearly two hours and confirming Cheng Han's treatment plan, Han Zhihui stood up and left Dr. Luo's office.

Dr. Luo wanted to send Han Zhihui downstairs. On the way out of his office, Dr. Luo kept emphasizing to Han Zhihui that Cheng Han's surgery had a high chance of success, and promised that he would use his best efforts to make Cheng Han's surgery successful. Han hopes to get well soon.

Han Zhihui listened in his ears, but there was no big emotion on his face. Until he was approaching the elevator, Han Zhihui said: "I will trouble you more about Hanhan."

Dr. Luo smiled: "Mr. Han, whatever you said, this is what I should do."

"Yes." Han Zhihui responded a little casually, and then after a short while, he said again: "You go and do your work first, there is no need to see me off."

Dr. Luo was not too polite to Han Zhihui and said, "Mr. Han, I won't care about you anymore. Please slow down."

Han Zhihui said nothing, nodded lightly, and said "goodbye" to Dr. Luo after the elevator door opened. Then he stepped into the elevator without waiting for Dr. Luo's "goodbye" to be uttered.

After walking out of the emergency room, Han Zhihui smoked a cigarette, then raised his feet and walked towards the inpatient building.

Taking the elevator and arriving at Cheng Han's floor, Han Zhihui came out and stood in front of the elevator for a short while before walking towards the ward where Cheng Han lived.

Dr. Luo gave Cheng Han medicine the day before yesterday. After his fever subsided, Cheng Han returned to the ward where he stayed before.

The wet nurse called him yesterday. Something happened in her hometown and she asked for a few days off.

It was almost time for dinner, and the housekeeper should have gone home to pick up the meal. There were only two people in the ward, Cheng Weiwan and Cheng Han.

Cheng Han had a hanging needle on his wrist, and there was still more than half of the liquid in the infusion bottle.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of the medicine that Cheng Han was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping.

Cheng Weiwan sat beside the hospital bed, staring at Cheng Han intently.

She was facing him sideways, and he couldn't see clearly the expression on her face, but he could feel the aura emanating from her body. The way she looked at Cheng Han was tender and caring.

From time to time, she reached out her hand and touched Cheng Han's cheek with a touch of love.

The evening sun shines through the window and fills half of the ward with golden light.

The picture looked so warm and eye-catching that Han Zhihui, who was staring inside through the window on the door, calmed down and didn't think of pushing the door in for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Weiwan raised her head and glanced at the liquid in the infusion bottle. Then she turned around, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a fruit knife from it.

She turned her back to him and could only see clearly that she took the fruit knife. She didn't know what she did after the fruit knife got into her hand.

He suddenly remembered the antidepressant medicine she was taking, and stared at her back for a while. Seeing that she had not made any other move, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart. Without thinking, he pushed the Opening the door, he rushed to the bed and grabbed her wrist.

Before he could say the words "What are you doing?" he wanted to say, he saw a half-peeled apple in her other hand.

It turned out that she was peeling an apple... He was the one who got nervous...