Han Yurou took leave, simply packed her luggage and flew to Thailand.

She was not familiar with this place and found the hospital by following the address.

Although the third child had a bad temper and an irritable personality, he was honest and did not deceive her. Rong Jincheng was lying in the intensive care unit, motionless, with a tube inserted in his body.

The doctor took Han Yurou over, and she saw Rong Jincheng through the window glass.

If the doctor hadn't said it was him, she almost wouldn't have recognized it.

The man lying on the bed was wearing a hospital gown, his face was thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were colorless.

Han Yurou's hands were shaking. She didn't know what kind of emotion she was feeling, but she couldn't connect the person lying on the bed with Rong Jincheng.

Why is that living demon lying here?

"Can I go in?" Han Yurou's voice was hoarse, asking for the doctor's opinion.

"Okay, you have to change clothes. You can't go in for more than ten minutes."

Han Yurou nodded.

She put on a set of sterile clothes and a mask, and then the nurse led her in.

The strong smell of medicine in the ward reached her nose, overwhelming her, pressing down on her chest like a depressing stone, forcing her to breathe.

Her eyes kept blinking, and her gaze fell on Rong Jincheng.

It's him.

Her eyelashes trembled and she bent slightly: "Rong Jincheng..."

Naturally, the person on the bed didn't respond or even move.

His body is covered with tubes, and he relies on these to stay alive.

When there was no response, Han Yurou stood beside the bed, motionless, like a sculpture.

All the memories that should and should not be come to mind, all about this man.

We have known each other for more than five years.

Five years is a long time.

It turns out we have known each other for five years.

There was a deep and dim luster in her eyes, and the shrunken shadow of Rong Jincheng in her pupils. The instruments in the ward shone with a cold light, reflecting on her face.

Everything is so quiet and quiet.

Where there is silence, there are no words.

Han Yurou stood by the bed, only showing her eyes, but her eyes did not leave the bed until the nurse reminded her that the time was up.

She exited step by step.

Did he leave forever after she walked away?

Outside the ward, the doctor glanced at her and whispered: "Are you a family member of the patient? He has been lying in the hospital for a week, and no one has come to see him. You are the first one."

"Really?" Han Yurou's face turned pale and gloomy, "I am not his family member."

"Oh? Then you are?"

Han Yurou looked at the intensive care unit, who was she to him?

She couldn't find a word to describe it.

The relationship between them was constantly cut and messed up, like two threads entangled together and never separated again.

But who is she to him? She doesn’t even know.

"If you are not his family member, can you help notify his family? He is in very bad condition now. The bullet in his brain was removed, but his heartbeat is intermittent and has jumped and stopped several times. His things have been

The nurse has sorted it out and I can give it to you."

"Give it to me." Han Yurou nodded, her voice soft and indifferent, and her eyes became dull and dull.

"Well, come with me."

The hospital is very big and there are many people coming and going.
Chapter completed!