Your Excellency, I love you!

After being speechless for a while, the female doctor continued, "She had a miscarriage, and she is not in good health now, and her anemia is severe. In this case, she should take a good rest and not be tired anymore, especially in terms of sex life... you Are you not afraid of women running away after tossing around?"

Mo Shiche immediately frowned when he heard the words, and his eyes became cold, "What do you mean by that, she told you that she was going to run away? When did she say that? Just now?"

Female doctor, "..."

Don't be a fool this man.

Unknowingly, he left the doctor in anger. Mo Shiche stood beside the hospital bed very unhappy, but he still took the ointment and applied it to Luo Qiangwei.

The ointment to be applied under the woman could have been applied by a nurse, but he was worried that if it was a wretched male nurse, after all, this woman is too easy to seduce men like a goblin...so he applied it to her himself.

Carefully and carefully applying the medicine with his fingers, Mo Shiche was hugging her and putting on her pants, when the woman in his arms suddenly murmured, "Come down quickly... I'll wait for you... Come down quickly... "

Looking down, she saw that her eyes were still closed, probably talking in her sleep.

But what she was obviously having was a nightmare, her tone became more and more urgent, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and tears also flowed down, "Why don't you come down... Mo Daidai, come down quickly..."

Mo was dumbfounded.

The dead husband?

Mo Shiche frowned unhappily, but seeing her painful and struggling expression, he still stretched out his hand to touch her face, and said in a low voice, "Luo Qiangwei, wake up, Luo Qiangwei..."

"what--"

Suddenly, with a scream, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

Mo Shiche kissed her forehead with his thin lips, "Wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Luo Qiangwei was a little dazed, although she opened her eyes to look at him, but her eyes were empty, obviously she hadn't recovered from the dream just now.

Mo Shiche sat down on the edge of the bed and let her lean on his chest. He kissed her just now, so he couldn't help pecking her cheek all the time, "What did you dream about? You screamed so badly, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei rolled her eyes, and said slowly after a while, "I... dreamed that my husband was shot to death..."

In the past three years, the two gunshots on the cruise ship have long since turned into a terrible nightmare, haunting her from time to time, making her often wake up in the middle of the night, trembling with fright.

"Really," Mo Shiche squinted his eyes and smiled coldly, "Although you love him so much, don't you still hang out with other men now? Isn't it tantamount to betraying him—I'm not him, just You don't have to think so."

Luo Qiangwei froze all over, and her eyes widened suddenly. She seemed to think of something, and suddenly ran out of his embrace in horror, and kept hiding, "You're not...you're not him..."

The back of her hand was still dripping, and with such a movement, the blood quickly returned from the back of her hand to the needle...

Mo Shiche's handsome face turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to hug her back, but Luo Qiangwei roared, "Don't touch me!"

Mo Shiche's movements stopped, his eyes turned cold, "You are still on an IV drip, the doctor said you must rest well, don't make trouble at this time, be good, huh?"

He said he was going to hug her again, but Luo Qiangwei was extremely firm, huddled in the corner of the bed, shaking her head, "You are not him...you really are not him...he has gone, gone too far, I can't catch up..."

In the dream just now, she also dreamed that Mo Shiche was walking forward covered in blood after being shot, and she chased after him desperately, but as he walked further and further away, no matter how hard she chased, she couldn't catch up...