He Huan rushed to the hospital and his legs were soft when he opened the car door.

The doctor’s words have been in He Huan’s mind all the time——

"Miss He, Mr. Rong Yue's bones have diseased. If it weren't for this bone fracture, it might not be discovered. Mr. Rong Yue refused to treat. Our hospital still feels hopeful and let the patient cooperate."

He Huan got out of the car with a pale face. He held the door of the car for a long time before he stabilized his emotions and walked towards the hospital building.

When he saw Rong Yue again, He Huan's heart twitched.

He has lost a lot of weight, is also very haggard, and looks very bad.

At this time, he was resting on the head of the bed, and he looked very bad.

He Huan walked over and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed with a low voice: "Rong Yue."

He opened his eyes, as if looking at her in confusion, his eyes almost lost the look of the past.

He Huan suppressed the pain in his heart, walked over and sat down, and stretched out his hand to gently caress his forehead: "Listen to the doctor that you have a low-grade fever, come and take a look."

"I'm okay, you don't have to rush over here so much trouble. You haven't got a good rest." Rong Yue shallowly smiled, and his lips were pale.

"I'm fine." She shook her head and said directly to him, "Rong Yue, can you treat the disease well? No matter how much it costs, it will be cured, okay?"

They were friends when they were young, and he had no relatives anymore. After He Huan was hit hard, he felt a little bit of sympathy. This was actually not about love, but a feeling of affection.

As He Huan said, there was moisture in her eyes. She wanted to hide it, but she couldn't hide it.

Finally, she cried.

Rong Yue sat on the head of the bed. He was very weak. Seeing her, he propped himself forward, trying to reach out and wipe her tears. He Huan was startled, because too tired, there was too much happening today, so she didn’t Before he could escape, Rong Yue's hand touched her eyelashes.

At this moment, Qin Mo opened the door.

He saw Rong Yue's fingers fall on He Huan's face, He Huan's profile looked fragile, and Rong Yue's eyes were full of tenderness.

Qin Mo followed He Huan. He watched this scene and walked away quietly without disturbing anyone.

Neither He Huan nor Rong Yue found out.

After Qin Mo quit, he went directly to the parking lot. He sat in the car and smoked for half a night.

He Huan's car was opposite, and He Huan did not get off this evening.

He thought to himself, she always pretended to be more rugged.

When the sky was white, Qin Mo pushed off the last cigarette **** and rubbed the empty cigarette case.

He raised his head and looked at the **** who was quietly going out for a while, and finally started the car and drove out of the hospital slowly.

When he arrived at his own apartment, the sky was already white, and he dialed Qin Chen.

Qin Chen was resting with his eyes closed. The **** Lan Yu went crazy early in the morning because his special plane at seven would pull her up to accompany him at four or five o'clock... It was really speechless.

Qin Chen's phone rang, she picked it up and saw that it was Qin Mo's. Then she said without thinking, "Qin Mo, you hurt He Huan again?"

Qin Mo's voice was a little weak: "Do you remember Rong Yue?"

Qin Chen put on a dress and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, "Remember, what's wrong?"

"Look at his medical record. If you can help, please help, and count the favor I owe you." When Qin Mo said this, there was a feeling of restlessness, as if he was willing to fulfill He Huan.