Li Hanxuan walked into the ward softly, his eyes never leaving Lin Yiran on the bed.
He walked slowly towards Lin Yiran, his heart aching as if it was being torn apart.
After suffering from abdominal pain for a long time, Lin Yiran was finally able to fall asleep peacefully.
The woman on the hospital bed gently lowered her long eyelashes and frowned nervously.
His lips were still pale, and there were a few tears hanging in the corners of his eyes.
Li Hanxuan stretched out his hand and caressed the corner of Lin Yiran's eyes.
The moment her fingertips touched Lin Yiran, the woman on the hospital bed frowned unconsciously.
In the dream, she seemed to hate his touch.
Li Meng stood behind and pinched the corner of his clothes: "I'm here to take care of her. Mr. Li, let's go check on the injured arm first... You don't want Yiran to wake up and see your still bleeding wound..."
Sure enough, Lin Yiran had a very good reason.
As soon as Li Meng finished speaking, Li Hanxuan left the ward.
She sat on the edge of the bed and covered Lin Yiran's quilt tightly, then stood up to charge the hand warmer beside her.
Lin Yiran spoke slowly on the hospital bed, her voice a little weak: "Mengmeng, is my stomach problem serious..."
Hearing Lin Yiran's voice, Li Meng paused while holding the hand warmer.
Before she could think of words, she always turned her back to Lin Yiran.
After a while, Li Meng turned around with a slow smile on his lips: "The doctor said that he would have a checkup tomorrow, hang up the hanging bottle for a few days, and take anti-inflammatory injections for a few days, and then everything would be fine."
Her smile was a little stiff, but she didn't dare to meet Lin Yiran's eyes.
Lin Yiran put her hand under the quilt to cover her abdomen. The tingling pain was completely different from the previous stomach pain.
She is not stupid, she also has the despair and helplessness before her life is exhausted.
At this moment, Lin Yiran truly realized that the Lin Group and the Lin family's old home seemed not that important.
She couldn't bear to leave Lin Xikai and her friends around her.
Thinking of the thoughts of hurting herself that she had done to hide her pain, Lin Yiran only hated herself for being too fragile at that time.
Looking back now, is there anything more important than living?
In the face of illness, living well has become the most luxurious thing.
Li Meng wiped the tears on Lin Yiran's cheeks with a tissue, and said distressedly: "Yiran, don't resist Mr. Li's concern for you. You were curled up in pain on the hospital bed. He pretended to be strong on the surface, but in fact he was already worried in his heart.
Panic......"
Lin Yiran closed her eyes tightly and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Her eyes were as clear as ever, and even though she had gone through a lot, she could not see the traces left by the secular world in her eyes.
It's a pity that all the Li family's conspiracies and Li Hanxuan's disgust for her have long been buried in the darkest corner of Lin Yiran's heart.
That was her most painful memory.
She had loved Li Hanxuan, and she had also hated Li Hanxuan.
She had thanked the Li family for their "help in times of need", and after knowing the truth, she also hated the Li family for what they had done.
Lin Yiran looked out the window silently, the past words were like a big stone stuck in her throat.
Is it still useful to say that?
She clutched her abdomen and wanted to know more about her condition.
She wanted to know if she could still be saved...
She wonders how much longer she can live...
Lin Xikai, what should we do?
How could she bear to leave him alone and desperate in this world?
Lin Yiran has never experienced growing up without her mother.

Chapter completed!