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Shen Zhao stood at the door in a daze, looking at Song Ling who was on the bed, his whole body turned to stone.

Behind him, Ji Mingshu came in with a kettle, saw the door wide open, rushed in in shock, saw Shen Zhao standing at the door, and asked in a daze, "Miss Shen—"

She just came out and forgot to close the door.

Song Ling leaned lazily on the bed, looked away from Shen Zhao, and slowly looked at Ji Mingshu who was at the door. There was no joy or anger in her voice, she just said softly: "Put down the teapot, let's go out first."

The boss's order to keep the secrecy was revealed. Ji Mingshu was a little nervous. She pursed her lips and finally put the teapot in her hand on the table next to Kaomen. She said yes in a low voice, then turned around and left the ward. Bring it to the door.

There were only the two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while, making people feel a little uneasy, and even the breath was oppressive.

Song Ling raised her head calmly and stared at the person standing at the end of the bed, with a lazy posture and no expression on her face, but her face looked a little weak.

Or maybe it was because of no makeup, the whole face looked sickly white.

Song Ling glanced at her, raised her chin, and said in a low voice, "Go and pour some water."

Shen Zhao glanced over Song Ling's face, caught a glimpse of her chapped lips, pursed her lower lip without speaking, and walked towards the table.

The boiling water that Ji Mingshu just boiled was very hot.

Shen Zhao poured a glass, mixed some cold boiled water, then walked to the bed with a glass of warm boiled water and handed it to Song Ling.

Song Ling's arms were a little sore, she couldn't lift it up, took the water glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

In the quiet ward, only the sound of her swallowing was left, which was very obvious.

Song Ling finished drinking, handed her the cup, and ordered: "Pour another cup."

Shen Zhao paused, turned around and poured another glass.

I don't know if she was really thirsty or what, so I ordered her to pour four or five glasses of water in a row.Shen Zhao suddenly remembered that the last time she was hospitalized with a fever, Song Ling kept pouring water for her like this, pouring several glasses in a row.

Now the two have switched over, and it becomes her pouring water for Song Ling.

It's just that the atmosphere now is different from before. After she learned that Song Ling was the one who donated bone marrow to her father, everything seemed to be different.

After drinking the last glass of water, Song Ling took a breath and still leaned lazily by the bed.Shen Zhao stood by the bed, just blocking the dark night outside the window.

There was silence in the room, and Shen Zhao finally couldn't help it, but suddenly she didn't know where to start to ask her, and finally she asked her softly: "Didn't you tell me that you were going on a business trip?"

Song Ling slightly raised her eyebrows, feeling a little funny.She thought she could ask something, whether she would question her for lying to her, or she would be grateful for donating bone marrow.

The brain is ridiculously stupid.

Song Ling raised her eyes, met her gaze, and said coldly, "Yes, that was a lie to you."

Shen Zhao pursed his lips and fell silent suddenly.

Yes, isn't Song Ling lying to her too often, time and time again, shouldn't she be used to it long ago?

Without lingering with her again, Shen Zhao calmed down, his voice was soft, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Why didn't you tell me that you were the one who donated bone marrow to my father?"

Song Ling's eyes fell heavily on her face, thinking of what Ji Mingshu reported to her just now, she was a little unhappy for a while, and she answered her with a slight sullen voice unconsciously: "So, after you know the truth, do you intend to feel grateful and guilty? Stay by my side, or do you intend to break the contract and reconcile with Resil and then fly away?"

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, knowing that Ji Mingshu had told Song Ling about her phone call with Si'er in the afternoon.She was silent, her eyelashes drooped, and she stood there in a daze, pursing her lips, not knowing what to say.She is like a person who waits for others to criticize her mercilessly after she made a mistake and was exposed by others.

Song Ling stared at her, and suddenly said mockingly: "Shen Zhao, now we are not in a transaction relationship, but you owe me."

Shen Zhao pursed his lips tightly, staring at the person in front of him, with an unknown meaning in his dark eyes.

She didn't understand Song Ling, let alone her thoughts.

Maybe she had a momentary thought that what she owed Song Ling was only a sum of money because her father had a successful operation, and that the two-year contract was just a robbery.She can break the contract ahead of time, as long as she signs an IOU for Song Ling, she can leave and get back together with Sier.

Such thoughts are only for a moment.

But Ji Mingshu found out, and then told Song Ling.

But now, Song Ling has become the one who donated bone marrow to her father. What she owes her is not only the money, but also the favor.

A great favor is that Song Ling saved her father with her own bone marrow.

If she wanted to repay this favor, she had no choice but to give herself to her.

At first, he just fell into a trap and was coerced and lured. For his father and money, he had to break up with Si Er.

But now everything has changed, she is trapped, and she will never be able to repay such a favor in her life.

Shen Zhao was silent, she stood there, making eye contact with the person in front of her.

She didn't know what to do at this moment, she was wrapped into a cocoon by a deep sense of powerlessness, and there was nothing she could do except to be obedient and let others slaughter her.

The mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang, breaking such a moment of incomprehension.

Shen Zhao looked down weakly and caught a glimpse of the caller ID on the screen.

No notes, just a string of numbers.

It was the call from the afternoon, in front of Song Ling at such a moment.

The constant ringing of the bell made her feel irritable.

She took her mobile phone and turned to go out.

"Stop." Song Ling looked up at her back, her eyes were dark and deep, without any emotion, she said in a cold voice.

Shen Zhao paused, and stood at the door, only one door away from the outside.

His fingers gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Answer the phone and turn on the speaker." Song Ling saw Shen Zhao's back and the expression on his side face, and knew who made the call without guessing.

She wanted Shen Zhao, and she completely gave up thinking about it.

Shen Zhao's eyes were rosy, she turned her head, and tightly squeezed the mobile phone in her hand, the ringtones made her heart tremble and beat each time.

"Song Ling, I beg you, I have already promised to break up with her, can you stop hurting her?" Shen Zhao tremblingly begged for mercy with a hint of crying in his voice.

Song Ling stared at her, her expression softened for a moment, but her indifference returned in the next second, she was a little impatient, "Don't ask me to say it a second time, answer the phone."

Shen Zhao can't stand this situation, she has hurt Si'er once, absolutely can't do it again, absolutely not!

Shen Zhao suddenly hung up the phone quickly, tears dripped from her eyes uncontrollably, and fell silently onto the carpet, she raised the tip of her eyes, and there were complex emotions in her eyes, including sharpness and fear.

"Song Ling, I promise you, I will never dream about it again, I will follow you, be with you, and never betray you." Shen Zhao finally plucked up the courage and couldn't bear to speak out her last bargaining chip.

She should have recognized the reality long ago, and shouldn't be wishful thinking about getting back together with Sier.

That was an impossible thing. Even with a two-year contract, she should have understood the truth that things are different from people.

She and Sier are no longer possible.

And she has to bear this great life-saving grace, and she will always owe Song Ling, as long as Song Ling doesn't despise her, she will not be able to escape for a day.

Song Ling remained silent, and looked at her tear-filled eyes, and after a while, she said softly, "Come here."

Shen Zhao lowered her eyes and blinked her eyelashes lightly, tears dripped from her pupils like that, she swallowed the soreness in her throat, walked over, squatted obediently by the bed, and looked up at her.

Looking at this haggard face, Song Ling leaned over slightly, raised her hand to hold her face, rubbed her thumb lightly on her cheek, and wiped away the tears.

The fearful meekness in those eyes caused her to be in a trance for a moment, Song Ling slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and said softly, "This time, does your word count?"

Shen Zhao's body trembled uncontrollably, put his hands on the side of the bed, nodded with tears in his eyes and said, "It counts, counts!"

The person in front of him gradually lost his hostility, his whole body was smoothed, and he was a different person from Shen Zhao three months ago.

Song Ling lowered her eyes and looked at the person in front of her lightly. This Shen Zhao was the Shen Zhao she had been trained by her.

"Why are you crying, get up." Song Ling patted her cheek, and suddenly smiled lightly, with a relaxed tone.

Shen Zhao angrily stopped tears, stood up obediently, and stood in front of her bed.

"Wipe your tears clean." Song Ling ordered quietly.

Shen Zhao raised the back of his hand obediently, and wiped away the tears on his cheeks.She is like a puppet, soulless, lifeless, a puppet that belongs only to Song Ling.

After finishing speaking, the room became silent again.

Song Ling leaned against the head of the bed, glanced over, and said calmly, "Stay in the hospital tonight, don't go back."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened slightly, and then he said yes without rebuttal.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her obedient appearance, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.If it were normal, she might question her, or might have a big fight with her.

Song Ling lowered her long eyes and explained in a low voice: "I need someone to take care of me."

Shen Zhao didn't respond to her words, his eyelashes twitched, and it took him a while to realize that Song Ling was explaining to her the reason for letting her stay in the hospital.

She lowered her eyes, and said in a low-pitched voice, "Okay."

Song Ling stayed in the hospital for three full days, and her body has almost recovered.In the past three days, apart from visiting Shen's father in the aseptic warehouse, Shen Zhao has been taking care of Song Ling, and at night, he also stays in bed with her in the ward.

It's just that she suddenly suffered from insomnia, and during the past three days, she basically didn't fall asleep intermittently.

Not sleepy, just unable to sleep.

Close your eyes, empty your mind, think about nothing, but just can't fall asleep.

After Song Ling was discharged from the hospital, she no longer needed to accompany her to live in the hospital. Every day, Ji Mingshu would come to pick her up and go back to the villa.

The days seem to have returned to the past, and it has become a life of two points and one line between the hospital and the villa.

Shen's father recovered very well from the operation. Even Meng Yunan said that it was a miracle. After the bone marrow transplant, Shen's father did not show any rejection in his body.

This is the only thing that Shen Zhao feels lucky and happy about, other than that, she seems to be living her life in a muddle.

The problem of insomnia became more and more serious, and she didn't fall asleep for up to five days. Song Ling noticed that something was wrong with her.

There is a problem with sleep, and no amount of energy is enough to survive.His eyes were terribly black, and at first he had no energy during the day. When the sun came out, he could barely lean against the sun and squint for a while.

I also ate very little, had no appetite, and my mental state became very poor.

Waking up in the morning as usual, Song Ling woke up late, opened the curtains, and the winter sun shone in warmly.She turned her head and saw Shen Zhao sleeping soundly with her eyes closed next to the bed. She didn't seem to sleep much last night.

Song Ling stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and the room was silent. She walked over softly, squatted down beside the bed, and called her softly: "Azhao, Azhao—"

Shen Zhao heard someone calling her, but she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids, so she could only hum slightly, other than that, she couldn't make any other response.

Song Ling frowned, and raised her hand to touch her forehead, which was a little warm, not the kind of warmth of a sleeping person.She supported the person up with her hands, Shen Zhao was shaken awake, she struggled to open her eyes, the two eye sockets seemed to have been crushed with sand, and there was some sore pain.

"Song Ling, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while." Shen Zhao said weakly, "Please."

Song Ling's brows furrowed even deeper. Since she was in the hospital that night, she seemed to have changed. She was no longer sharp, became lifeless, and only remained obedient and gentle. She seemed to no longer struggle. Three sentences There are two sentences in the words with the words "beg her".

Everything changed.

This is not the obedient and docile she wants.

Song Ling tried her best to pull her up and put her clothes on. After a lot of tossing, Shen Zhao gradually came to her senses. She asked with dark circles under her eyes, "Song Ling, what are you going to do?"

"Go to the hospital." Song Ling said.

Shen Zhao no longer had the strength to question her purpose and thoughts, so he could only get up obediently, wash up, and still ate half a sandwich without appetite.

It's not a day off, Song Ling didn't go to work in the company.She called Ji Mingshu, probably about asking for leave, and then she drove Shen Zhao to the hospital with her.

The weather is cold in winter, but the sun is shining through the car window, and the warmth wraps around the body, making Shen Zhao feel drowsy. She leans against the car window, closes her eyes and gradually falls asleep.

The car drove to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. After parking, the two got out of the car.

In the hospital in the early morning, there were also many people.

Song Ling took Shen Zhao to queue up at the outpatient clinic for registration. After queuing for a long time, she finally registered, and then took her to the second floor. Ling is going to take her to see a doctor.

Shen Zhao was pulled in, and the doctor asked a lot of questions.For example, if you haven’t slept for a few days, if you feel unwell or in pain, if you have any medical history, if you have been stimulated or encountered anything recently.

The doctor asked several questions, and the direction of the questions gradually turned to the direction of mental illness. Finally, the doctor asked someone to do brain CT and MRI examinations.

In the end, the doctor ruled out neurological diseases, saying that there was a tendency to mild depression, which caused sleep disorders.

The doctor looked at the film, and while writing the flamboyant records in the medical record, he said, "You can go to the psychiatry department again. The doctors there are more experienced, and see how to treat mild depression."

Song Ling held the payment slip and medical record card in her hand, and was stunned when she heard the doctor's words.

Shen Zhao was sitting in the corridor outside the door, she couldn't stand the pungent smell of disinfectant in the consulting room, so she didn't go in, and she didn't care what kind of disease she got.

Song Ling came out of the consulting room, and caught a glimpse of Shen Zhao sitting outside the door, feeling a little out of sorts, lazily leaning against the wall, and falling asleep with his eyes closed.

Under the eyelids, there are dark bags under the eyes.

This is a heart disease, Song Ling knew what Shen Zhao was thinking.

I also know why she is like this.

Song Ling walked over, stood in front of Shen Zhao, bent over and leaned close to her, she stared at Shen Zhao's slightly drooping eyelashes, covered there like black wings.Her face was pale, and she was exhausted, which was a physiological feature caused by lack of sleep.

She forced Shen Zhao into depression.

The resistance has changed from vigorous quarrels to silent obedience, and this kind of obedience is actually more terrifying than the former.

Song Ling suddenly said slowly: "Azhao, I'll take you to Tingcheng, okay?"

Song Ling looked at Shen Zhao who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, and saw her eyelashes tremble slightly after hearing her words, but then there was a silent silence again.

She can accept Shen Zhao's abuse, quarrel, and anger, but she is only afraid of such silence.

She finally understood that the Shen Zhao she wanted was a normal Shen Zhao.

A Shen Zhao who can cry, laugh, and love her.

But this time, this silent war still ended with her compromise.

Song Ling squinted at the person in front of her, and wanted to reach out to touch her, but stopped in mid-air. She retracted her hand in a daze, and asked her again: "Azhao, I'll take you to find Resil, okay?"