President, madam, she can't read it anymore

There used to be a feeling that the child must hate herself for not being able to protect him, and he must not want to come to her again.

He can no longer have children.

But reality surprised her.

In the end she got the child again.

The baby was now literally lying in her womb, and she was happier than ever.

After being overjoyed, I felt sad again.

This kind of sadness contains grievances, relief and sadness.

Thank you so much.

Lu Feiyu had been patiently accompanying her all this time, but he stood up suddenly. He didn't look back, and his rare voice was a little cold: "I'll get you something to eat."

Saying that, he turned and left.

It was a bit loud when closing.

Lin Nian was silent for a while, he slowly and carefully folded the paper, and carefully put it into his wallet.

Standing up, walking to the balcony, looking at the already dark sky, he let out a long sigh of relief.

For some reason, she put her hands on her belly and muttered, "My child, mother must protect you."

A long infusion tube was inserted into the back of the hand, and the infusion pump was dripping drop by drop, and the ward was very quiet.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin's father and Lin's mother had melancholy faces, and no one spoke.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing Yan Tingchen coming, Lin Zhiguo hurriedly stood up: "Boss Yan is here."

Yan Tingchen just nodded and asked, "How is she?"

Lin Zhiguo was silent and looked much older than before.

Anyway, my daughter, who was still alive and kicking like a flower, was suddenly lying on the hospital bed so weak that no one could bear it.

Lin Zhiguo turned around and lay there quietly, Lin Zihan said to Yan Tingchen: "The doctor said, acute renal failure."

Yan Tingchen didn't understand these things, and he didn't know what the term represented. He only knew that it seemed serious, so he frowned.

Lin Zhiguo went on to say: "What is the specific situation and how did it cause it? We still need to investigate, but the doctor said that this is not a good thing."

Yan Tingchen turned around and looked at Lin Zihan lying on the bed with a cold expression.

Not long after he found her, she had an accident.

And looked extremely ill.

How can he not be angry?But he didn't say much, just found a place to sit down.

Seeing the sadness and tiredness on Lin's mother's face, he said, "Boss Lin and his wife can take a rest first, let me watch here.

"This...isn't that good!"

When Mother Lin heard this, she wanted to refuse.

However, Lin Zhiguo coughed lightly, put his fist against his lips, and interrupted Lin's mother: "Then I will trouble you. In the next two days, her mother and I will go back to pack our things, and then we will come to the hospital."

Yan Tingchen naturally agreed.

Mother Lin froze for a moment, before she could speak, she was stopped by Lin Zhiguo.

Mother Lin's dissatisfied voice was still faintly heard in the hall.

Yan Tingchen didn't bother to pay attention to her, but turned his head to look at Lin Zihan who was lying down peacefully, and began to be lost in thought.

I don't know how long it has passed, but this period of time seems to be very long.

Yan Tingchen sat a little stiffly, and the sky outside the window was also pitch black.

He stood up and turned on the light, and when he looked up, Lin Zihan's infusion pump was empty, so he hurriedly raised his hand and rang the bell.

After a while, the nurse came to bring another bottle of medicine for Lin Zihan to change, looked at Yan Tingchen who was standing there dumbfounded, and said, "This is all food, don't you want to buy something for the patient?"

It was only then that Yan Tingchen remembered about the meal, he just responded lightly, took out his mobile phone and asked someone to call him.

As soon as the head nurse left, Lin Zihan also woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Yan Tingchen was accompanying her beside her hospital bed. Her eyes lit up immediately, but her face was pale and she was not in good spirits.

"Why are you here?" she asked in surprise.

"you are sick."

Yan Tingchen reached out to support her, carefully put a pillow on her back, and asked softly, "What do you want to drink? Are you hungry? I've already sent food."

Seeing that Yan Tingchen was so considerate to her, Lin Zihan immediately burst into tears.

It was almost something she dreamed of, and now it has become a reality.

Now she feels that even if she really suffers from kidney failure, it is worthwhile to receive such meticulous and gentle care from Yan Tingchen.

"When did you come? Why didn't you wake me up?"

She didn't answer him, but just raised her head and stared blankly.

Yan Tingchen didn't care, just shook his head: "Your condition is so serious, you need to rest well, what are you doing when you get up?"

Lin Zihan felt very sad, but she did not forget to act in a play.

After coughing a few times, his face turned pale, and he asked, "What did the doctor say? Could it be that I... am going to die?"

"How come, I won't let you die," he sighed.

"Really?" She looked at him.

Yan Tingchen was about to nod and speak when the phone in his pocket creaked.

He took out his cell phone and saw that the call was from Lin Nian's bodyguard who had arranged to watch him in the apartment.

For some reason, Yan Tingchen had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The feeling sent shivers down his spine.

He raised his head, looked at Lin Zihan and said, "I'll answer the phone."

Then he stood up and walked out of the room.

"what?"

His voice was cold.

"Master...it's not good."

Miss Zhou's voice was very anxious.

"what's wrong?"

Eyebrows bent, one hand crossed together,
Aunt Zhou stood anxiously at the door of the hospital: "Miss Lin...Miss Lin, she..."

Yan Tingchen waited for her to finish, but she didn't get to the point after talking for a long time: "Miss Lin kept saying that she was not feeling well that day, so I advised her to see a doctor.

But she didn't listen until the day she spit it out on the toilet for you to see.

She won't let you know, and begged me to hide it together. I am old and my heart is softened. Seeing Miss Lin like this, I feel confused.
Painted..."

"I want to help her hide you, but I didn't do it on purpose, I hope I can have a chance to tell you.

At first she didn't want to go to the hospital, but later she didn't know why, so she told me not to tell you, and let me quietly send her to the hospital..."

Aunt Zhou was talking, but she seemed to be saying some useless nonsense on purpose.

As Yan Tingchen listened, he became more and more impatient, a vein on his forehead jumped up, and his voice seemed to be three feet high, "Get to the point!"

"I……"

Aunt Zhou seemed to be frightened by him, she was silent for a moment, and only said in a weak voice: "Master...Miss Lin, she ran away."

In the hut, Yan Tingchen stood coldly in front of the window, his brows and eyes seemed to be able to let go of ice.

A cigarette between his fingers kept burning, and the smoke wafted around his body, and no one could see him smoking.

The whole villa was oppressed, and there were obviously several people in the big house, but there was no sound at all, and the silence was terrifying.

Aunt Zhou stood aside and told him what happened, and the guards also stood with their heads bowed, without saying a word.