The third child sat and chatted with Rong Jincheng for a long time. The third child asked him why he offended Pan Wenguang, but Rong Jincheng just downplayed it and didn't say much.

What happened in the past is in the past.

Rong Jianguo severed the father-son relationship with him, and he still didn't want to recognize the old man as his father!

"Lao San, I will pay you back the hospital money and the surgery fee after you are discharged from the hospital." Rong Jincheng said.

"It's okay, don't worry, don't worry."

Rong Jincheng was short of money, and he actually had no money.

Things that he would never worry about before are now almost troubling him.

"You should rest more and stop talking. It takes a lot of effort to talk. I have to go to work first. You should pay attention to yourself." The third child patted him on the shoulder, "That woman, don't be polite to her. If you have anything to do, just trouble her. You're welcome."

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Rong Jincheng: "..."

How could he let the little fairy work?

After about half an hour, Han Yurou came up from downstairs.

The doctor had changed Rong Jincheng's medicine. His hands and legs were wrapped with white gauze, which was shocking.

Changing the gauze was painful, so Rong Jincheng gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Han Yurou sat aside in fear and was too scared to speak. Seeing Rong Jincheng frowning, she said cautiously: "If you feel pain, just scream out, and no one will laugh at you."

Rong Jincheng glanced at her and endured the pain: "That's what women call."

Han Yurou spat at him, bah.

After finally changing the medicine, Rong Jincheng was in so much pain that he leaned silently against the pillow, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Not having the strength to speak, he closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Han Yurou knew it hurt, but she couldn't help it: "It'll be fine in a while. I'll get you whatever you want."

How could Rong Jincheng still have the strength to talk to her? He closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

Han Yurou did not dare to provoke him easily.

After a long time, Rong Jincheng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell lightly on her face, and he hesitated to speak.

Han Yurou didn't know what he was going to say, so he didn't say anything.

Rong Jincheng was thinking, was it painful when she committed suicide? And when she came to New York alone for surgery and medical treatment.

"What do you want?" Han Yurou couldn't help but ask when he saw that he was silent.

"Please give me a hug."

"impossible."

"If you hug me, I won't feel any pain."

"Then it hurts to death."

"You are so cruel."

Han Yurou remained silent.

She is thin-skinned and cannot stand up to Rong Jincheng's blatant teasing.

Rong Jincheng laughed, his eyes never looking away from her.

After the infusion, Rong Jincheng felt sleepy, pulled up the quilt, yawned and closed his eyes.

Han Yurou saw that he was no longer noisy or talking. He must be tired and might as well take a nap.

The ward was relatively quiet. The old man in the bed next door was almost in good health and went for a walk downstairs. At this time, there were only two people in the ward, Jincheng and Han Yurou.

Han Yurou was sitting on the chair by the window. She had not slept well all night and was tired.

The warm sunlight shone in and fell lightly on her face. This comfortable temperature made people drowsy.

Han Yurou also fell asleep.

The ward was very quiet and silent. Only the light passed through the transparent glass and fell on the floor. The sun moved to the west over time.

The autumn wind carries the scent of fallen leaves and a bleak sense of alienation. When the wind blows outside, the yellow fallen leaves spin down from the branches one after another. The ground is covered with a layer of golden color, and the leaves are glowing with sparkling luster.
Chapter completed!