The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

Mother Huo couldn't understand him anymore.

He doesn't like Ling Zhao, but he refuses to divorce. He wants to give up such a good person like Fan Wenxin. What does he want to do?

Mother Huo turned around and looked at her husband's portrait. She was no longer so sure about the promise.

"Did that mute catch something on you and threaten you not to divorce?"

Huo Yixiu stood up: "No."

He couldn't say that he was reborn.

He didn't know why he was obsessed with a mute. He didn't love her and resented her, but didn't want to divorce her.

All he knew was that he couldn't sleep well without her at night.

The nightmare from his previous life surfaced in his mind, and the man's face became gloomy.

God let him start over again so that he could find the answer.

……

The rumors are still going on, but Ling Zhao has gotten used to it.

She appeared at the hospital in a low-key manner.

Seeing that she looked normal, Wen Mingrui breathed a sigh of relief: "Professor Tong is waiting in my office. Relax and don't be nervous."

He smiled slightly.

Ling Zhao smiled at him: [I'm not nervous.]

When they arrived at the office, Professor Tong looked at Ling Zhao with a scrutinizing gaze: "Is she the friend you mentioned?"

Wen Mingrui nodded and asked Ling Zhao to sit on the chair.

Her medical records from the past few years can be retrieved from the system. Professor Tong has already looked at them and frowned as he looked at her case.

Ling Zhao wasn't that nervous at first, but when he saw the professor like this, his heart started to lift.

[Is it incurable? ]

Professor Tong shook his head: "It was very difficult to treat in the past, but medical technology is improving."

Saying it means not saying it.

Ling Zhao touched his throat nervously.

If you don't see a doctor, there seems to be hope. But if you see a famous doctor, a single negative word from the doctor is like a death sentence.

Professor Tong asked her to open her mouth, shine the light in, and then asked her to try to pronounce the words.

Ling Zhao did everything he was told with trepidation.

"If you can treat it earlier, it won't be very difficult to just restore your voice. Unfortunately, this is an old disease, and it will be very painful to completely cure it."

When Ling Zhao heard that there was hope, his eyes lit up: [So, it can be treated? ]

She is not afraid of pain, she can endure it as long as she can restore her voice.

It's so sweet!

Professor Tong smiled slightly, slid his finger on the mouse, checked the records, and nodded in response: "Anything is possible..."

Turning to the last page, his expression paused slightly and he looked at Ling Zhao: "Was Huo Weiyang the one who performed the surgery on you back then?"

Ling Zhao nodded.

Professor Tong seemed to be thinking about something, and finally said, "I understand," and then left because he had other patients to treat.

Ling Zhao was stunned and looked at Wen Mingrui in confusion.

Wen Mingrui explained that Professor Tong has this kind of eccentric personality.

"…Professor Tong's schedule is very tight, and he has many patients every day. Now that you know your throat can be treated, you can rest assured. You have already made an appointment with his expert, and you just need to wait for the follow-up treatment."

Ling Zhao nodded excitedly.

After years of darkness, we finally see the light of day.

The corners of her lips never drooped, and she looked full of energy.

As for the mess between Huo Yixiu and Fan Wenxin, it was nothing compared to her happy event.

She was waiting for the elevator with her bag and made an appointment with Wen Mingrui for dinner. Wen Mingrui nodded and said, "We should celebrate properly."

He stroked his chin: "Can I eat whatever I want?"

At this time, the elevator door opened.

The people inside and outside the elevator were all stunned when they saw each other.

Huo Yixiu stared at Ling Zhao with cold eyes, but Ling Zhao was looking at Fan Wenxin beside him.

I haven't seen her for a long time. She has gained some weight and looks more beautiful.

It is simply bright and beautiful.

It seems that the company of a loved one can heal all pains.

Ling Zhao's gaze never turned to the man.

They moved into Jinxi Garden and still slept in the same bed every day, but they had different dreams and had not spoken to each other for several days.

She never asked what he did or who he was with when he was outside of Jinxi Garden. She only knew that he came back very late every day and went out very early every day.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

After a while, Fan Wenxin spoke first: "Zhao Zhao, if you don't move aside, the elevator door will close."

Ling Zhao stood there without moving, so why should she step back first?

Her eyes were sharp and stubborn.

Wen Mingrui coughed lightly and moved his fingers behind Ling Zhao. Ling Zhao staggered forward and stepped into the elevator door. Fan Wenxin subconsciously took a step back.

At the same time, Wen Mingrui supported Ling Zhao: "Mrs. Huo, are you okay?"

Ling Zhao hunched his back and looked very weak. Wen Mingrui turned to Fan Wenxin and said, "I'm sorry, my patient is not in good condition. Please make way for me."

He helped Ling Zhao in, and when he passed Huo Yixiu, the two men's eyes met in the air.

Huo Yixiu's eyes were cold and stern, while Wen Mingrui's were disdainful and sarcastic.

The next second, Ling Zhao's arm was held by Huo Yixiu, and the man's voice was low: "Thank you, Dr. Wen, for taking care of my wife. She was not feeling well, how come I didn't know about it?"

His cold gaze fell on Ling Zhao's head. Ling Zhao straightened up and forcefully pried his hands apart.

She stood stiffly.

The atmosphere became more rigid.

As the elevator door was about to close, Wen Mingrui reminded: "Isn't Mr. Huo going out? Are you here to accompany Miss Fan for a follow-up visit?"

Fan Wenxin looked at Huo Yixiu hesitantly: "Yixiu, my appointment time is almost over..."

Huo Yixiu glanced at Ling Zhao indifferently, stretched out his hand to stop the elevator door, and walked out.

As soon as they left, Ling Zhao quickly pressed the door-closing button, as if looking at them for one more second would hurt his eyes.

It's bad luck for her to meet these two people on such a happy occasion!

Wen Mingrui glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and after some hesitation he asked, "Mrs. Huo, aren't you coming with us?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and laughed at himself: [I’ve made a fool of myself again. ]

She ran into her husband accompanying another woman to the follow-up visit. It was also him who sent Fan Wenxin to the emergency room in the early morning because of chest pain last time.

As for her, the legitimate wife, she has to come alone when she is sick.

Sadness or joy, I have to bear it all silently.

The whole hospital knows her joke, right?

Wen Mingrui remained silent. He shouldn't have said anything more.

The elevator door opened and the two of them walked out together. Wen Mingrui checked the time and said, "Wait a moment. I'll be there in a minute."

Ling Zhao bought two cups of coffee at a convenience store. When the coffee was ready, Wen Mingrui showed up.

He changed his clothes.

【Aren’t you going to work? 】

Wen Mingrui took her coffee and said, "Professor Tong is seeing patients today, so I'm going to take some time off. Why don't you think about what to treat me to?"

It was still early, so Ling Zhao smiled slyly and invited him to her shop, asking him to do some labor and help her lift some heavy objects.

The man rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, revealing his sturdy and strong forearms, which were no less attractive than those of a male model.

The man was sweating and unbuttoned two buttons near his neck, revealing a piece of wheat-colored skin with beads of sweat glistening on it.

Ling Zhao was standing by the long table, drinking coffee and admiring the handsome men. As he passed by, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and fell right into his eyes.

He blinked uncomfortably, and Ling Zhao grabbed a towel and ran over to wipe his sweat.

The two looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes.

Outside the window, Huo Yixiu stared coldly inside and pushed open the glass door.