She was shocked and stomped her feet quickly.

The lights were on, and Zong Zhenglie's handsome face appeared in front of him.

"Zong Zhenglie?! You...why are you at my doorstep?"

I saw his tall figure swaying a few times, then he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Hey! Zong Zhenglie!"

Sheng Xin rushed over and grabbed his clothes, but he still fell to the ground, his handsome face blushing.

"What's wrong with you?" Didn't he return to the army?

"I... take me to the hospital first..."

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Sheng Xin really doesn’t understand why the number of times he comes to the hospital has increased sharply since he met Zong Zhenglie!

When I was a child, I was always injured and then I went to the hospital, but when I grew up, I still had various reasons for going to the hospital!

"Doctor, how is he doing?" Zong Zhenglie, who was lying in the infusion room, was still sleeping. Sheng Xin quickly grabbed the doctor and asked about the situation.

The doctor just shook his head, "It's nothing serious, it's fainting caused by a high fever. You'll be fine if you take a break."

"High fever?" Sheng Xin raised his eyebrows, "How could he have a fever with such a strong body?"

The doctor looked up at her, "All doctors who specialize in cancer die from cancer. Why can't he have a high fever?"

“……”

Sheng Xin was speechless by the doctor's sharp words, and could only sit on the chair beside Zong Zhenglie's bed with his lips pursed.

Zong Zhenglie on the bed closed his eyes tightly, with fever-reducing patches on his forehead, and his thin lips were a little white.

She sighed, and suddenly felt that it was not good for the lonely man and widow to be alone at night. She took out her cell phone and planned to call Zong Zhengchen to come too.

But after several sounds, he didn't answer!

The probability of such a thing happening is so small that Sheng Xin was a little afraid that something had happened to him.

I sent a message and just showed that the sending was successful, the man on the bed suddenly moved.

Sheng Xin quickly turned his face over, "Hey, Zong Zhenglie, are you dead or alive?"

Zong Zhenglie opened his eyes in a daze, his black eyes a little unhappy, but because of the fever, he felt a little weak, "Alive... You are not dead yet..."

"You still quarrel with me if you have a fever!" Sheng Xin rolled his eyes, "By the way, aren't you in the army? Why did you suddenly go to my doorstep?"

Suddenly, she thought of a possibility, "You...will you come to stop me from getting married?"

Zong Zhenglie smiled sickly, and his thin lips curled up, "Yes... I said, I never counted on my words..."

"..." Sheng Xin stood up and took a few steps back, "Zong Zhenglie, are you over? I told your brother about our affairs. If you are not afraid of becoming enemies with him, just stop it!"

Zong Zhenglie still had a needle on his hand, but he still struggled to sit up, his handsome face was pale, but he tried hard to make himself smile.

"Sheng Xin, do you think I'm afraid?"

Sheng Xin froze all over, and after a few seconds, he turned around and left.

Zong Zhenglie hurried over to stop her as soon as he saw it.

"Well--"

A muffled groan.

Sheng Xin subconsciously turned around and saw a bloodstain on the back of Zong Zhenglie's left hand. The needle was pulled out and cut through his skin.

"Zong Zhenglie! Are you crazy?" She hurried back to find a tissue to wipe his blood.

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