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"Yes, the patient had a car accident before, doctor, may I ask if the condition of the patient's legs has deteriorated?"

Allen became tense, staring at the doctor.

"No, the patient's leg is injured, so he needs to walk more."

The doctor paused for a moment, but what he said next made Alan's relaxed mood instantly tense.

It seemed that someone had strangled his throat, making him unable to breathe.

"Although the patient's standing leg can already walk, he still needs to exercise more, so that the nerves in the leg will not cause any future troubles."

The doctor was still busy with his work with his head down, and he didn't notice that the young man in front of him froze in place like a lightning strike after hearing what he said just now.

"Doctor, what do you mean, the patient's leg is healed? Can he walk around?"

Alan couldn't believe it, and asked again.

"Yeah, when we checked, we found that normal walking is already very easy for the patient."

Seeing the seriousness of the doctor, all the questions were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

In the end, Allen didn't know how he thanked the doctor and how he left the doctor's office.

I only know what it feels like to have a firm belief collapse.

It turned out that Chuchu's legs had healed a long time ago, but she had been deceiving everyone, including him.

However, Allen still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Maybe, maybe there was a reason why Chuchu didn't tell him the truth.

Before returning to the ward, Allen calmed down for a while before calming down his emotions, and this matter should be kept secret for the time being.

After Alan stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the ward, Fu Chuchu was sitting on the bed alone, staring out the window in a daze, without saying a word.

The words he wanted to ask rushed into his throat, Allen pursed his lips, and found a topic at random to cover up.

"Chuchu, are you hungry? Let me buy you food."

Allen walked up to Fu Chuchu and asked with a smile.

"I'm not hungry."

Fu Chuchu, who was depressed, tried to smile at Alan, and then looked outside again. It was already autumn, and the leaves outside the window began to wither.

Alan was afraid that Fu Chuchu would be unhappy seeing such a scene, so he tried every means to make Fu Chuchu happy.

Although he still took good care of Fu Chuchu as always, but more often, Alan would always be in a daze.

Sometimes it takes Fu Chuchu to shout several times in a row before he can respond.

"Alan, have you been feeling unwell recently?"

Several times in succession, Fu Chuchu also noticed Alan's abnormality.

"No no."

As if his mind had been punctured, Allen waved his hands in a panic, his eyes dodging subconsciously.

Allen's reaction made Fu Chuchu even more suspicious.

Thinking that Alan had gone to see a doctor in private, Fu Chuchu felt a little uneasy.

"Alan, did the doctor say what I need to make the injury heal faster?"

It was obviously a casual tone, but Fu Chuchu's eyes never left Alan from the beginning to the end.

"Huh? The doctor said you need to walk more... rest more."

When Alan heard Fu Chuchu's question, he thought of what the doctor ordered, and when he was halfway through the conditioned reflex, he remembered what he had to pretend not to know.

Although he changed his mind quickly, Fu Chuchu still observed Alan's guilty conscience.

They have known each other for many years, and Fu Chuchu naturally knows all about Alan's emotional changes.

After the guess in his heart was confirmed, Fu Chuchu slowly clenched his hands that were supposed to be in the quilt.

Now Mrs. Wu treats her worse than before, and there are fewer and fewer people around her who can use her.

Been to Ellen and found out the truth and left her... No way!
Fu Chuchu gritted her teeth secretly, she would never allow such a situation to happen.

A bureau that has been carefully laid out for more than ten years, and a person who has been trained for more than ten years, cannot just be wasted like this.

While bowing his head in thought, Fu Chuchu glanced at his legs that were actually healed.

It seems that there is only such a way now.

"Alan, I want to eat wontons, can you buy them for me?"

The three fresh wontons that Fu Chuchu loves to eat on weekdays are some distance away from the hospital.

However, Allen would not refuse any request made by Fu Chuchu.

Sure enough, Allen immediately agreed.

After Allen left, Fu Chuchu slowly sat up from the bed, easily got down and sat on the wheelchair, pushed it little by little, and left the room.

After staying in the hospital for a while, he knows the surrounding environment well.

Fu Chuchu came to a hidden corner without any effort.

This is a place she has been to a long time ago.

Fu Chuchu glanced at this secret room. It used to be a utility room, but because of the expansion of the hospital's space, no one used this utility room over time.

On weekdays, few people come.

Fu Chuchu suddenly lay down on the wheelchair, breathing slowly and evenly, thinking of how many times he had to be deliberate on the way here.

She was not worried that Alan would not find her at all, all she had to do was wait here quietly.

At this time, after Alan bought wontons for Fu Chuchu, he didn't find Fu Chuchu in the ward, and a feeling of uneasiness came to his heart instantly.

"At the beginning?"

Alan quickly ran out of the ward and searched the nearby places that Fu Chuchu frequented, but found nothing.

"Nurse, hello, may I ask if you have seen where the woman in this ward has gone?"

Allen had no choice but to find the nurse on duty nearby and ask.

"You mean the woman in the wheelchair?" The nurse thought for a while, then pointed Alan in the direction.

"I seem to see her going in that direction!"

The wound on Fu Chuchu's face was almost healed, so when she pushed the wheelchair out, the nurse thought she was going to relax and didn't think much about it.

After hastily thanking the nurse, Allen ran in that direction.

When he arrived, he happened to see Fu Chuchu hitting his leg with a brick.

"Chuchu, are you crazy?"

Allen hurriedly stepped forward to stop Fu Chuchu's self-mutilation, held Fu Chuchu's hand vigorously, half-kneeled in front of Fu Chuchu, and asked hoarsely.

"Alan, don't stop me, I'm sorry, but I've been hiding it from you all the time."

Fu Chuchu cried harder and lowered his head.

"Actually, my leg has recovered a long time ago. I kept pretending that it wasn't better. I lied to you!"

The powerful grief made Fu Chuchu cry and shake his shoulders, and apologize to Allen with sobs.

"Chuchu, so you have to hurt yourself, right? Don't you want to recover?"

Alan didn't expect that Fu Chuchu would take the initiative to confess to him, so he asked hesitantly.

"Well, because I'm scared, I'm afraid I'll lose everything I have, Alan, you know, it's really not easy for me to get everything."

Fu Chuchu raised his eyes and looked at Alan with tears on his face.