Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"Okay, Lu Zhanting! You just don't go, right?" asked Ming Ye coldly.

"I don't have to go." After Lu Zhanting finished speaking, he didn't want to say anything to Ming Ye Leng any more, and turned and walked towards the living room.

Ming Ye looked at his decisive back, squeezed his fist, and looked at his back angrily.

Yun Wei stood up and smiled to face Lu Zhanting: "Ting, what happened?"

"It's okay." Lu Zhanting curled his lips, smiled, and rubbed Yunwei's hair with his hand, looking both pampering and considerate.

Ming Ye Leng did know that Lu Zhan Ting had no affection for Ming Jianuo, but it was obvious that Ming Jianuo was so seriously ill now that he was still so unfeeling, and Ming Ye Leng was really annoyed.

He really didn't know how to go back and explain to Mingcano.

When Mingyan returned to the hospital tomorrow night, Mingjianuo had just finished the injection, and the injection made her cry all the time. As soon as she saw that tomorrow night came back, she asked eagerly: "Brother, where is Brother Ting?"

"He is busy now and has no time to come over." Ming Ye Leng could only comfort her like this, besides, he had no other good way.

Mingcano's face was obviously disappointed, with tears streaming down.

The nurse had just given her an injection, and she was still persuading her: "Miss, you can't be sad anymore. The doctor said that if you feel sad, it will aggravate the illness. You must maintain a good attitude."

Mingjianuo still couldn't help tears: "I'm so sad, and don't make me sad. If I hold it back, it will still be bad. What's wrong with me just not having a good attitude? Anyway, even if I die, No one will care."

When the nurse heard Mingcano's temper, she didn't dare to persuade.

Tomorrow night, cold winks signaled them to go out first, and the nurse went out hurriedly.

Ming Ye sat down coldly and said in a low voice, "Be good, don't cry. In a few days, Lu Zhanting will definitely come over."

Mingjianuo still cried, and his face was very pale.

Ming Ye Leng is really in the eyes and anxious in my heart.

But even if he said more comforting words, Mingcano's sadness and depression could not be resolved.

With great difficulty, Mingcano fell asleep.

When he came out, Doctor Qin said anxiously: "Master, young lady can't go on like this. If she doesn't cheer herself up, she can't maintain a good mood, indulge us in giving the best medicines and having the best treatment plan, so will she Can't hold it."

Mingye Leng of course knows this. Many diseases depend on the patient's own mental condition.

If the patient does not cooperate, the effect of the drug will be greatly reduced.

But Mingjianuo only wanted Lu Zhanting now, and Lu Zhanting was the moon flower in the mirror that she couldn't get at all. Even if it was cold tomorrow, she couldn't think of anything.

It is impossible for Ming Ye Leng to watch her most beloved sister, being tortured by the disease a little bit, swallowing her young life and hope.

Doctor Qin shook his head and left.

Standing on the spot tomorrow night, the brain is empty for a while.

"Young Master?" The subordinate's voice echoed beside him.

"What's the matter?" asked coldly tomorrow night.

"Master, you asked us to check the progress of arresting Chen Haiming before, but now we have made new progress." The subordinate said hurriedly.

Tomorrow night, his heart turned coldly: "What progress?"

"Chen Haiming fled to a small country called Elia." The subordinate hurriedly responded.