After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

What caught the eye was the white ceiling, and the familiar smell of disinfectant reminded Cheng Zhiwei.

She's in the hospital again.

He raised his hand slightly and touched something.

Then Zhou Lin's voice appeared, with the characteristic hoarseness of staying up late, "Are you awake?"

Cheng Zhiwei thought, it turned out that what he just touched was Zhou Lin's hair.

She didn't speak, but turned her head to look out the window. The autumn rain hit the glass, making it look cold.

Zhou Lin later realized that she had hearing problems, so she called Zhang Yuanheng over.

Zhang Yuanheng leaned over slightly and asked Cheng Zhiwei if he was feeling better.

Cheng Zhiwei nodded, endured the pain in his throat and said, "Much better."

Zhou Lin's pupils shook, his lips moved, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Just now, Zhang Yuanheng spoke to Cheng Zhiwei in a loud voice, but judging from her calm look, it was obvious that she didn't realize this.

Her hearing is really bad.

In front of Zhou Lin, Zhang Yuanheng took out a hearing aid and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei.

Cheng Zhiwei paused, took it, put it on, and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yuanheng shook his head and said, "You're welcome. You should have a good rest."

As soon as he left, Zhou Lin stared at Cheng Zhiwei with dark eyes, "Why didn't you tell me about the ears?"

Cheng Zhiwei once again chose to look sideways out of the window. She didn't want to talk now, especially not to Zhou Lin.

So what if he told him, he just wanted Helanzhi to pay her more money, and he couldn't really do anything to Helanzhi.

There is no difference between saying it or not saying it.

In his eyes, she was no different from a persimmon that could be kneaded and rounded at will.

"Zhenzhen has withdrawn the lawsuit." Zhou Lin whispered, "Cheng Zhiwei, the matter is over."

Cheng Zhiwei simply closed her eyes, not wanting to hear or see. In her heart, Zhou Lin was no longer the bright young man she liked back then.

The boy is dead.

The silence at this moment was suffocating. Zhou Lin clenched his hands in his trouser pockets, "Cheng Zhiwei, I know you hate me and feel that you have been greatly insulted this time, but you have to think about it carefully. This insult is more serious than going to jail."

But no matter what he said, Cheng Zhiwei kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

Zhou Lin pursed his lips in anger, his expression was cold, and he went out.

Cheng Zhiwei opened her already red eyes and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't help but shed tears. Zhou Lin did everything for her good, but his best was to stand on Xu Zhenzhen's side and stab her again and again. .

Trampling her self-esteem under her feet again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Mei came, bringing a nutritious breakfast and her mobile phone. "Someone called you many times. I thought it was an unfamiliar number, so I didn't answer it."

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the phone and threw it aside.

Wang Mei poured out the porridge and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei, but Cheng Zhiwei only glanced at it and turned around and spit it out. The white porridge was soft, glutinous and sweet, but Cheng Zhiwei smelled a thick smell of blood and felt in his stomach. Everything is turned upside down.

Wang Mei quickly closed the lid and patted Cheng Zhiwei on the back, "Young Madam."

Cheng Zhiwei spit out water and rinsed her mouth. She pressed her stomach and shook her head, "I can't eat it. You can take it away."

"But you didn't eat anything last night." Wang Mei advised, "Master said you have a high fever. People are at their weakest at this time, so you still need to eat some."

Cheng Zhiwei took a tissue and wiped her tears, and said with a wry smile: "Don't embarrass me, I really can't eat it."

Wang Mei had no choice but to give up and handed Cheng Zhiwei a glass of water. Cheng Zhiwei reluctantly took a sip and put it down, "I can't drink it."

Wang Mei had no choice but to carry the thermos bucket out, walked to Zhou Lin, and whispered: "The young lady vomited a lot. She didn't eat a bite of the porridge and only drank a sip of water. It doesn't look good."

Zhou Lin's mind was filled with yesterday's events. He calmed down and slowly asked Wang Mei: "She came back yesterday. Did she cry?"

Wang Mei thought carefully about the situation at that time, shook her head and said: "I didn't cry, but I took a bath four or five times and my body was all red. Master, what happened?"

Why did the young lady come back covered in blood? If Secretary Zhang hadn't told her repeatedly, she would have almost called the police.

Zhou Lin glanced at the thermos bucket and said, "Put the porridge here. Doesn't she like the wontons? Let Xiaoman cook them and I'll have someone pick them up."

"Hey, okay." Wang Mei quickly agreed and turned around to make a phone call.

The small wontons were delivered quickly, and even according to Wang Mei's request, there were no seasonings except a few chopped green onions.

"Send it in." Zhou Lin ordered Wang Mei with a heavy look in his eyes while biting an unlit cigarette.

Wang Mei sighed and agreed. When she entered the ward, she immediately put on a gentle expression and handed a small wonton to Cheng Zhiwei's mouth with a spoon, "Young madam, please try the fragrant little wonton."

Cheng Zhiwei didn't want to let down Wang Mei's kindness, so he turned his head and ate one.

However, when she ate the delicious wontons in her mouth, she couldn't suppress the nausea. She turned pale, turned her head and vomited.

Even more vomiting than before.

"This... Young Madam..." Wang Mei was frightened. She was handed water and patted on the back. After working for a while, Cheng Zhiwei finally stopped vomiting.

After all this tossing, Cheng Zhiwei had no strength at all. She lay on the bed, very weak.

Zhang Yuanheng hurried in and looked at Cheng Zhiwei, "Can't eat?"

Cheng Zhiwei nodded feebly, "Yes."

"What does it feel like exactly?"

Cheng Zhiwei looked at the ceiling and said in a weak voice, "It just smells so strong of blood that I really can't swallow it."

Not only could I not swallow it, I even had the urge to vomit.

"I'll have someone come and give you a nutritional injection." Zhang Yuanheng looked at the food and said, "I won't eat these for now."

Wang Mei quickly put them away.

Cheng Zhiwei closed his eyes, looking haggard and tired.

In the corridor outside, Zhang Yuanheng said: "It depends on whether she can overcome the psychological problems."

"Can't you overcome it?"

"Then starve to death."

Zhou Lin looked in through the half-open door and could see that Cheng Zhiwei was lying down. He couldn't see her face, but he could also imagine how weak she was at this time.

"Find a way to make her eat." He frowned and gave the order.

Zhang Yuanheng almost lifted the table, "I am a Chinese medicine doctor, not a psychiatrist."

He added resentfully, "With this method of torture, she will have to come back in a few days."

Zhou Lin glared at him coldly, and Zhang Yuanheng could only swallow his anger and said: "The only way at the moment is to take nutritional injections, but that is not a long-term solution. You should find a way to let her eat by herself."

After saying that, he quickly slipped away.

Zhou Lin's face was as dark as water. He flipped through the address book with his cell phone and finally found Xu Tian's number. In Cheng Zhiwei's situation, it was actually best to call his family, but Zhou Lin already knew Cheng Zhiwei to a certain extent. , she doesn’t want her family to know her miserable situation at this time.

In the ward, Cheng Zhiwei's cell phone rang, and the word Wen Ya jumped out.