Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan held Song Qingshuang's hand and tried to calm her down.

"The medicine I gave you is just for sleeping and will not do you any harm. The medicine you took before was tampered with. If you take it for a long time, it will only turn you into an out-and-out lunatic. Ming Zheng He won’t harm you.”

"He won't harm me?" Song Qingshuang's eyes turned red.

She weakly pointed at Huo Minzheng and said angrily: "I slapped you yesterday, and he threatened me that if I hit you again, he would kill one of my hands! He will do anything to be with you. , What can’t he do?”

Huo Minzheng's voice was cold and bone-chilling, "If I want to poison you, I can just send you on your way. Will I let you recover and let you throw dirty water on me here?"

"Although your brain is good and bad at times, can't you understand such a simple truth?"

Song Qingshuang sneered, "You have so many tricks up your sleeve. Who knows if this is because you want to distance yourself from yourself?"

She pointed to the door of the ward, "Get out, I don't want to see you at all now, leave my ward immediately! Get out!"

She struggled to sit up and pulled the infusion needle on the back of her hand, and blood flowed out from the needle hole.

Fu Yan quickly held her down and said, "Mom, calm down first and wait until your body recovers."

"Let him go!" Song Qingshuang was hysterical with all her strength, "You tell him to go! Tell him to go!"

She grabbed the pillow and threw it at Huo Mingzheng, but because her body had no strength, the pillow hit the ground when it reached the bed, still half a meter away from Huo Mingzheng.

"Ah! Ah...!" She put her head in her hands and screamed, "Tell him to go, tell him to go!"

Song Qingshuang was extremely agitated. Doctors and nurses heard the sound and came over to persuade her: "The patient is emotionally unstable now. Mr. Huo, you'd better stay away first."

Song Qingshuang rolled out of the bed with a plop, knelt in front of Fu Yan, trembling and begging: "Tell him to leave, tell him to leave immediately, I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him, Yan Yan, do you want to see your mother die?" In front of you?"

"Mom, you get up first." Fu Yan's eyes were red and he pulled Song Qingshuang while turning around and shaking his head at Huo Minzheng.

Those clear eyes were full of pleading, which stung Huo Mingzheng's eyes.

At this moment, he was thinking that he was really unhappy with his retribution.

The cause he had sown in the past would be repaid on him in this way.

After Huo Minzheng left, Fu Yan and the medical staff helped Song Qingshuang and helped her to the bed.

As long as she didn't see Huo Minzheng, Song Qingshuang's emotions gradually calmed down, but she fell into a coma again because of the violent ups and downs of emotions just now.

He didn't wake up again until dawn.

Fu Yan didn't sleep much all night, and his throat was dry and hoarse. "Mom, are you awake? How do you feel?"

Song Qingshuang looked at her blankly, "Is Huo Minzheng still there?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

She begged Huo Minzheng like that, how could he still stay in the hospital.

After breakfast, the doctor came for rounds as usual and checked Song Qingshuang's condition.

Fu Yan walked out of the ward, wanting to relax and not be so tense, but when she turned around, she saw Cao Fang walking towards her with a thermos bucket in his hand.

"Miss Fu, this is the breakfast Mr. Huo cooked for you. He told you to eat it and don't be too tired. He will find a way to unlock your mother's hypnosis."

That insulated bucket.

Fu Yan was stunned.

She bought it when she lived in Jingsheng Garden. She didn't take away anything from the house in Jingsheng Garden. Later, she fled to Zurich, and after returning to China, Huo Mingzheng lived there.

Could it be that he...

"Does he live over there again?"

Cao Fang nodded, "Mr. Huo is used to being around you. You haven't lived in Mingyu Mansion long enough, so he still feels comfortable in Jingsheng Garden."

Fu Yan's nose felt sore, "You guys take good care of him. He will go to the hospital tomorrow for a review of brain blood stasis. Remember the time."

"Okay Miss Fu, I will remember it. Don't worry about Mr. Huo."

Fu Yan was sitting in the quiet corridor, holding a thermos bucket and unscrewing the lid. It was shredded chicken porridge.

She ate the familiar flavor of shredded chicken porridge one bite at a time. The tip of her tongue was bitter and sore, and the circles under her eyes were turning red.

Although Song Qingshuang's condition is under control, her body is still very weak and she will not be discharged from the hospital for a while.

Fu Yan had to go to work and originally wanted to hire a nurse to take care of her, but when she heard that she was going to hire a nurse, she became extremely excited.

As long as she didn't see Fu Yan for a while, she would do something to hurt herself, either banging her head on the wall or scratching her wrist.

Fu Yan had no choice but to take leave and stay in the hospital to take care of her.

She could hold on for a day, until three days later, Fu Yan used the excuse of going to the bathroom, shut herself in the door, sat on the toilet lid, covered her face and sighed.

So tired, really so tired.

Song Qingshuang called her name outside, and Fu Yan responded with a choked voice, pretended to flush the toilet, washed her hands and face, and went out.

Putting on a gentle smile, "Mom, what's wrong?"

After lunch, Song Qingshuang stared at the ceiling in a daze.

It took a while before he made any sound.

"Break up with him, Yan Yan. We can leave Nancheng and go back to Guangcheng or go abroad. Let's go with mom. We don't want to stay in Nancheng anymore. I hate this city."

"I won't leave." Fu Yan's answer remained firm.

"Are you really reluctant to leave your current job?" Song Qingshuang turned to look at her with resentment in her eyes.

"I can't bear to leave him."

Song Qingshuang frowned and was about to say something when Fu Yan sighed, stood up and said, "I'll get a pot of boiling water."

Before Song Qingshuang could say anything, she took the thermos bottle and went out.

However, the thermos was still heavy, and the water inside was the one she had just fetched half an hour ago.

She sat in the quiet corridor, staring at the digital display on the wall. Time passed by, but she felt that the air around her was still, and even her whole body was lifeless.

"Take a rest for a while, your mother is asleep." came a deep voice.

Fu Yan raised his head and wiped the corners of his eyes quickly, "Brother Fu, why are you here?"

"I just came back from a business trip and heard that your mother was hospitalized. Come and take a look." Fu Hanlin sat next to Fu Yan.

In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight. Because of crying, her originally beautiful and clear eyes lost their former aura.

Fu Hanlin's heart tingled slightly, and he raised his hand and patted the back of her head gently, "Are you too tired?"

Fu Yan sighed, but felt like a lump in his throat. The grievances and resentments of the past few days were like opening a floodgate at this moment, and they were out of control.

She doubled over, covering her face with her hands and sobbing softly.

A warm hand hugged her shoulder, and Fu Hanlin whispered: "You don't have to support me alone."

The elevator door opened not far away, and Huo Mingzheng, who was tall and long-legged, came out.

At a glance, Fu Hanlin was seen holding Fu Yan.