The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu seems to be very busy recently, and often sees no one. Fang Qiyan is staying in the hospital, feeling very anxious. He wants to know what Weiyu has been doing these days, but he doesn't want to force him to ask, and he doesn't want Lan Weiyu to feel that he is interfering. his freedom.

Today, Lan Weiyu didn't come again, Fang Qiyan sat on the hospital bed with black lines all over his face, and said, "Can't I be discharged today?"

The nurse shook her head and said, "No way, Mr. Fang, your left leg was broken and you haven't fully recovered. If you are forced to leave the hospital, the old injury may recur and sequelae may remain. Please don't be willful, Mr. Fang."

Fang Qiyan gritted his teeth and had no choice but to give up, but the nurse looked at the medical records and said kindly, "Hey, why hasn't Mr. Lan come these few days? He keeps disappearing, could it be that he is in a relationship?"

Fang Qiyan lifted the quilt, got out of bed and was about to walk out of the ward, saying: "I want to be discharged from the hospital, Secretary Li will handle the discharge procedures for me."

"Mr. Fang? What happened to Mr. Fang all of a sudden? You can't leave the hospital! Don't be impulsive!!" The nurse hurriedly pulled Fang Qiyan back, but she couldn't hold him back at all. In his arms, "Eh? Brother, where are you going in a hurry."

"I'm leaving the hospital."

"Ah? No, it's not yet the date of discharge. Brother, don't be self-willed. You can't be discharged. Lu Jing, hurry up and help!" Cheng Tianqing said while holding Fang Qiyan's arm firmly, blinking her beautiful eyes.