Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

Cen Ziyan was cold from the scalp to the soles of the feet, like a basin of cold water poured down, she was trembling with wetness.

"So, you want to give my heart to Mr. Qin?" She continued, "Then why do you bother to save me? Why don't you just take my heart away?"

"Cen Ziyan, living is more painful than dying. Since I saved you, I won't let you die easily."

This feeling is like the last tease before the cat pounces on the mouse, making people slowly feel despair on the verge of death.

His tone was indifferent but vicious, "It's just that the timing wasn't right for not taking your heart. Don't really think you've escaped a catastrophe."

At that moment, she began to wonder whether what Qin Yan said to her was for getting to know her, or for the heart in her chest?

Or, Qin Hanfeng saved her life for revenge.

This fear lasted until the next day, and Cen Ziyan felt as if he had returned to the madhouse and became number 27 again.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the door of the ward was opened from the outside, and there was a sound of leather shoes beside the bed. She held her breath, just like in those three years, pretending to fall asleep.

"Miss Cen, I'm the only one." The man seemed to know that she was faking it, and had no intention of leaving.

Cheng Xian?

Cen Ziyan asked herself that she had nothing to do with Cheng Xian, not to mention that he was Qin Hanfeng's friend, she didn't know whether to wake up or continue pretending.

Cheng Xian didn't embarrass her by exposing her on the spot, but pulled a chair and sat by the bed
"I hope I can talk to you about your physical condition. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to. You can listen to me. If you hear something you can't accept, you can tell me to get out at any time."

His businesslike voice was like a ray of dawn penetrating into the wall of her heart.

Cen Ziyan hesitated for a moment, opened his eyes, turned over and tried to sit up with his arms propped up. Seeing that Cheng Xian was nervous, he immediately reached out to help.

"Be careful."

"Doctor Cheng, do you not believe in your medical skills, or do you think I'm just a paper man?" She teased in a low voice.

Cheng Xian's face suddenly darkened, and he said seriously, "Miss Cen, are you aware of your physical condition?"

Cen Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then said lightly, "What are you referring to? My hand? Or my wrist?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Cheng Xian paused for a few seconds, as if he was thinking of words, "You are only in your 20s, but your body is almost exhausted. You have severe anemia, and your heart rate is less than half of normal people. Your mental state is not optimistic either, you..."

"Doctor Cheng." Cen Ziyan called him suddenly, "Have you told Qin Hanfeng about this?"

"If I told him, do you think I'm the one sitting here?" Cheng Xian's tone was a little excited, and then he sighed, "Han Feng is in a meeting at the company and won't be back in a short time."

"Thank you." Cen Ziyan himself didn't know whether he was thanking Cheng Xian for hiding this for her, or for the peace of mind he gave.

"You need a further comprehensive examination, as well as long-term cooperation and treatment."

His tone was heavy, because he knew that even if Cen Ziyan did what he did, his body might not be healed, but his life was just continued.

"And then?" She looked calm, like a person who has survived despair and was waiting to die alone, "Doctor Cheng, this body is more riddled with holes than you imagined, you think I really don't understand at all ?"

She raised her head numbly, looking at the white ceiling, "Doctor Cheng, you don't have to persuade me anymore, even if I promise you, can you guarantee that you can hide Qin Hanfeng after a long time? I don't want to embarrass myself, so don't embarrass me either." me."