Marriage is coming

Mu Jingshen hung up Gu Shenshen's call and went straight to the hospital.

The door of the ward was closed tightly, and Gu Shenshen stood in the corridor, with a cigarette between his fingertips, and a puff of thick white smoke came out from between his lips, his expression was vague, but it made people feel very depressed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gu Shen turned his head and saw him, his brows froze almost imperceptibly.

"It's so late, what are you doing in the hospital if you don't guard your wife?"

Mu Jingshen was not angry either, his lips curled up, and he said, "Ah Chen, if you have something to say, keep it in your heart, I'm afraid it will only make yourself feel wronged."

Gu Shen sneered: "Whether wronged or not, it's not a woman. I thought that Mr. Mu is now focused on Mrs. Mu and won't appear here."

"How's Jojo?"

Gu Shen sank into the mouth, and pointed to the tightly closed door: "Here, it's inside. I lost my hair again after chemotherapy and dialysis, and I'm sad, no matter how I call the door, I won't open it."

Mu Jing lowered his gaze.

"Ah Shen, Qiao Qiao has always liked you, go in and have a chat with her."

He didn't refuse, and strode to the door of the ward. When a man entered and exited Fan Qiao's world, it was as if he had never been in a land of no one. He pushed the door open without knocking.

Fan Qiao turned his back to him and knelt on the hospital bed. Mu Jingshen could vaguely hear sporadic weeping. The voice was obviously very small and depressing, but for some reason, Mu Jingshen felt that this woman was in great pain.

"Jojo."

Fan Qiao's body trembled, and he turned his head subconsciously. When he saw Mu Jingshen, his eyes froze for a moment.

"Ah Shen?"

"Why are you crying?"

Mu Jingshen's eyes fell on Fan Qiao's red eye sockets. Her face was very pale, so the redness of the girl's lips, nose tip and eye sockets was even more set off, which made people love and hurt.

"Ah Shen, am I dreaming? Why are you here?"

Her eyes were full of confusion, she really couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, her tears kept falling down like broken beads, Mu Jing was shocked.

Fan Qiao's attending doctor is an expert in hematology invited by Mu Jingshen, and his achievements in leukemia are second to none. He once clearly said that Fan Qiao should maintain a stable mood and recuperate from his illness.

Great joy and great sorrow are not beneficial to any illness.

Especially Fan Qiao, her body is too weak, she may faint when excited, causing greater danger.

"Jojo, don't cry yet."

Big teardrops fell from Fan Qiao's eyes, she cried and shook her head: "Ah Shen, I just had a nightmare, I dreamed that all my hair fell out."

"I also dreamed that I died. I actually didn't want to cry. It's just that some unspeakable emotions are suffocating in my heart... I'm not sad. I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that if I die that day, I will be caught off guard. There are many regrets."

Fan Qiao spoke intermittently, even before and after.

"Don't say such stupid things." Mu Jingshen paused, and said, "I asked your doctor in charge, and he said that your condition has stabilized during this period. Qiao Qiao, don't think about it. When you recover, I will take you wherever you want to go."

"really?"

Fan Qiao's lips trembled, and she stretched out her hand to grab Mu Jingshen's arm, "Ah Shen, what you said is true, can I be well, will I be well?"

She covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her fingers.

Mu Jingshen couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice, "Of course, when have I lied to you?"