Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Shen Xingzhi suddenly reached out and touched Rong Yan's face: "Fool."

    "You are a fool too."

    "Xingzhi, auntie asked the doctor that you can drink light soup. If there is anything you particularly want to drink, I can go back and make it for you?" Han Yue interrupted the two of them, and she noticed that her daughter-in-law's eyes were moist.

    "Then you're welcome. I want to drink pork belly soup, pig lung soup, pork kidney soup..." Shen Xingzhi said several words at once.

    "You can't live with pigs." Rong Yan glanced sideways at her best friend, "Can you drink so much? Mom, give her a random stir-fry, put it all together, and cook it in one pot."

    "Okay, I'm not picky. Now I can't wait to get up and have a barbecue." Shen Xingzhi hasn't eaten roast mutton in a few days, and her mouth is watering.

    "Then you get well soon, and we'll eat as soon as you're discharged from the hospital." Rong Yan and Shen Xingzhi hooked up.

    When it comes to food, both of them feel better.

    "Yu Wenhao, after guarding Xingzhi for a few days, you go back and rest first. I will be here in the afternoon."

    "It's okay, I slept last night." Yu Wenhao guarded Shen Xingzhi and never left.

    "Wen Hao, don't be stubborn. Come back in the evening and sleep better on the stool." After Shen Xingzhi spoke, Yu Wenhao obediently returned home.

    Rong Yan sent Fu Jingsheng and Han Yue away and whispered to Shen Xingzhi.

    Fu Jingsheng returned to the car and squinted for a while, while Han Yue went to a nearby supermarket.

    In the afternoon, there was another disturbance in the quiet hospital.

    Zhou Luo sat on the chair, shook her legs, and found that her waist seemed to no longer hurt, so she supported the bench and tried to stand up, but as soon as her weight fell on her legs, her waist started to hurt, so she had to give up.

    In late summer, the temperature in Tiancheng alternated between high and low. Zhou Luo was wearing a shirt and feeling cool while sitting under the tree.

    She called Fu Jingchen again and told Fu Jingchen that she was in the rest area to the west of the parking lot.

    Fu Jingchen has already visited two stores and failed to find what he wanted.

    "Okay, I'll go there as soon as possible."

    After Rong Bing arrived at the hospital, he deliberately bypassed the building where Shen Xingzhi was.

    She pretended to be a visitor and asked the nurse to help find out which ward Zhou was in.

    She said her friend couldn't get through on the phone, so she might not have heard her.

    Seeing that she had difficulty moving and was carrying something in her hand, the nurse didn't think much and found Zhou Luo's ward number.

    Rong Bing did some mental construction. Fu Jingchen should not be here at this point.

    After finding the ward, Rong Bing first looked in through the glass on the door. There was no one in the ward.

    She waited for a moment to see if Zhou Luo had gone to the bathroom, but after five minutes, no one showed up.

    But judging from the appearance of the hospital bed, the quilt was lifted, and there was a kettle and a fruit basket on the bedside table. It looked like someone was living there, but he was not there at the moment.

    Maybe I felt the ward was too stuffy, so I went down.

    Rong Bing has been to this hospital many times and is very familiar with all the rest areas.

    She searched from place to place.

    Next to the parking lot.

    Zhou Luo was lying on his back playing with his mobile phone, with his earphones inserted into his ears.

    She couldn't hear anything going on around her, and she didn't even know that Rong Bing was looking for her.

    Rong Bing's wheelchair almost moved around the hospital. Half an hour later, he finally saw a woman lying on her side under a lush tree.

    She put her hands in front of her, holding her cell phone in her hand, looking intently.

    Rong Bing took a quick look and saw that her limbs were quite sound and there were no bandages anywhere. How could she be in the orthopedics department?

    Shouldn't it be a complete set?

    Zhou Luo deliberately pretended to be sick in order to lure himself into the trap.

    Rong Bing moved forward cautiously, but in order not to let Zhou Luo find out, she couldn't get too close.

    The banyan branch blocked half of the wheelchair. The woman saw that half of the wheelchair was outside, so she sent the chair to another road. She came back with a cane, and her thin body was just blocked by the tree.

    She observed Zhou Luo for a while. Zhou Luo kept the same posture, but his hands and legs would move slightly.

    Rong Bing hid the scissors.

    She walked over slowly and saw that she was only a few steps away from Zhou Luo, but Zhou Luo didn't even notice.

    Rong Bing panicked a little, and the more he looked, the more something was wrong.

    She started to back off.

    The woman stepped back and then stopped quickly. Even if Zhou Luo deliberately asked her to come over to cause trouble, she would not fall into Zhou Luo's trap if she said she would do nothing while passing by.

    Rong Bing gritted his teeth and told himself to take a gamble.

    She walked to Zhou Luo and stopped.

    Zhou Luo felt a figure blocking him. The man seemed to be motionless, so he raised his eyes and looked up.

    "Rong Bing?"

    "Zhou Luo, why are you sleeping here?" Rong Bing stood still for the first time.

    Zhou Luo sat up and had some difficulty getting up.

    Rong Bing saw it all: "What? Are you sick? What disease?"

    Zhou Luo knew that Rong Bing couldn't really care about him.

    She snorted coldly: "Which of your eyes saw that I was sick? Are all the people in the hospital sick? Then what disease do you have?"

    "I came to see Sister Xingzhi. I didn't expect to meet you. Who are you coming to see? Did Fu Jingchen also take you to see Shen Xingzhi, or did Fu Jingchen go up by himself? I asked you to wait here." Rong Bing wanted to confirm first. Fu Jingchen is here or not.

    "Shen Xingzhi is in the hospital?" Zhou Luo didn't hear what Fu Jingchen said.

    "You don't know? Everyone in the Fu family knows, but you don't know? Didn't Fu Jingchen tell you?" Rong Bing said strangely, "Yes, sister Xingzhi is my sister's good friend. How could Fu Jingchen let me go when I was in the hospital?" You go up."

    Zhou Luo was indeed angry at Rong Bing's words. She was not interested in Shen Xingzhi's affairs, but she cared that Fu Jingchen was hiding something from her. Fu Jingchen and Fu Jingsheng had dinner last night, so it was impossible for them not to know about it.

    "Rong Bing, please stop provoking. Shen Xingzhi and I are not familiar with each other. Why would he tell me about other people's affairs?" Zhou Luo was obviously unhappy, but he said it against his will.

    "And Jingchen didn't come to the hospital to see Shen Xingzhi." Zhou Luo added.

    Fu Jingchen didn't come, just as Rong Bing wanted.

    "So if you are not visiting patients in the hospital, that means you are sick? You must have been infected with unclean poison, right? I told you a long time ago that there must be measures to do that." Rong Bing continued to poke Zhou Luo's Heart.

    "You just got poisoned, keep your mouth clean." Zhou Luo glared at Rong Bing.

    "But I heard that you are hospitalized in the Department of Orthopedics. How can you be in the Department of Orthopedics if you are infected with the poison? The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow? It won't be a few days, tsk tsk tsk, retribution comes so quickly." Rong Bing laughed so hard that his shoulders shook up and down. .

    Zhou Luo stood up angrily and pointed at Rong Bing: "You are terminally ill, you cripple."

    "Who are you calling eggplant? You chicken." She slapped Zhou Luo's hand away.

    Zhou Luo exerted too much force and her waist began to hurt violently. She clutched her ribs and wailed.

    "Is there something wrong with your waist?" Rong Bing observed Zhou Luo's appearance.

    "It's none of your business, get out." Zhou Luo yelled.

    Rong Bing smiled even more wildly: "Zhou Luo, you have today too."

    Rong Bing spread his fingers and moved them towards Zhou Luo's face.

    "What are you doing?" Zhou Luo's body was swaying, like a newly planted sapling that would fall if the strong wind blew.

    Rong Bing's long nails scratched the woman's cheek hard.