Since Luo Peijuan watched her finish the chicken soup and then went straight to the vegetable market, Ou Porcelain has relaxed to lie in bed and I don’t know what to think about.
The little nurse persuaded again and again, but she didn’t have to call the doctor.
As a result, the doctor was helpless and could ask the dean.
On all kinds of coaxing and persuading Ou Porcelain, we never let go, but we dare not throw our faces at her. Who makes people have an unusual identity?
Such an embarrassing situation has been deadlocked until ten o’clock in the afternoon, and the dean compromised. Tell you what, Mrs. Ling, I’ll call General Manager Ling for advice. Do you think it’s ok?
The other party even changed its name. I guess it means either Ling Yicheng or Luo Peijuan.
European porcelain is also boring.
Close your eyes and act like you’re not yourself.
Dean sighed and trembled to call Ling Yicheng after he left the ward.
At that time, Ling Yicheng still sat in the parking lot and smoked in Mushangli all night. The man’s eyes were covered with red blood and blue stubble.
The dean’s dialer shook a little. Miss Ling Zong ‘ou refused infusion today. What can I do?
Ling Yicheng frowned slightly and flicked his fingers at the ash. How is her mental condition?
The dean looked back and opened the ward door. No, not so good.
Ou porcelain is a little anxious, and this situation is very bad for her condition.
Ling Yicheng looked from the window to the window of the ward where Ou Porcelain was hospitalized. When did she promise to operate?
surgery? Dean looked at the doctor beside him again and gestured.
The doctor was still spiritual and said to the dean’s ear, Miss Ou said she had to leave the hospital today, so there was no surgery.
Dean stared at the doctor but had to repeat the doctor’s words to Ling Yicheng.
Ling Yicheng’s face was dark and he heard more gloomy. Are you all a bunch of waste?
Is is …
Dean didn’t dare to refute nodding like garlic.
Ling Yicheng rubbed his swollen temples to calm down for a moment and said, Forget it, let her have a rest first.
The more he knows about European porcelain, the more stubborn he becomes.
He knew that there was nothing the medical staff could do about her.
Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It’s really hard to serve people, especially the grinding couple in Ling’s family. He’s almost bald these two days.
Ling Yicheng hung up and his eyes kept falling out of the window and confiscated it.
After a moment of silence, he couldn’t help getting off the bus.
Ou Porcelain felt her heart tighten sadly when the ward door was pushed open.
First I saw a pair of bright leather shoes, and then I saw a black suit.
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It’s not easy for this man to finally be forced to show up by her.
Ling Yicheng did write burnout and forbearance at the door.
He looked at the European porcelain. The hospital bed lying on the right side of the European porcelain was facing the door. Wearing a blue patient made her look whiter, her black hair was messy, and the pillow was spread. It seems that her mental condition is worse than yesterday.
Ling Yicheng can’t lift his feet.
He came here to have a look and then leave.
But now he can’t leave even if he is cruel.
European porcelain is his curse, and his medicine can be solved.
A man with a straight posture is just as quiet as an elegant sculpture. Except for his cold face, the whole person looks very pleasing to the eye.
☆, Chapter 142 Blind
Ou Porcelain withdrew her sight from Ling Yi’s body, then slowly got up from the hospital bed, kept a halfkneeling posture, and then touched a rubber band beside the pillow to tie up her hair.
The little woman’s fingers were so sharp that in the blink of an eye, she tied a bun for herself.
So it looks a lot better than before.
Then she smiled at Ling Yicheng. Ling Yicheng, do you think I have changed?
Shi Ou Porcelain asked himself when he was a child and himself now.
I remember that at that time, Ling Yicheng liked this kind of hair accessories best, but she just liked to knead her hair, which often provoked European porcelain to stare at him angrily, and then hugged his thigh to beg for chocolate. The soft waxy voice sprouted the hearts of teenagers and then a generation could not get it back.
Ling Yicheng doesn’t know what Luo Peijuan and Ou Porcelain talked about, and naturally she doesn’t know that Ou Porcelain has learned all the truth.
When he went upstairs, he thought that he would disappear for a day and see European porcelain again. His attitude must be as cold as ice.
But now European porcelain smiles at him.
This smile caught him off guard for a moment before he took a heavy step and walked slowly towards the European porcelain. Little porcelain …
As soon as I got to her side, I slapped her in the face and fell into Ling Yicheng’s ward with a loud voice.