The medicine tasted very bitter, Han Yurou frowned and swallowed it.

She glared at him with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will eat you up." Rong Jincheng saw her deflated and felt much better.

"Rong Jincheng, you are really childish." Han Yurou glanced at him lightly.

Without saying anything more, she turned her head and continued sleeping with her back to him.

"Are you feeling better?" Rong Jincheng asked.

Han Yurou said nothing, okay? Is it okay? She closed her eyes tiredly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Rong Jincheng had no choice but to put the cup back in its place and said quietly: "Then you have a good rest and don't leave the hospital for the next few days. I will come see you when I have time. I will come tonight too

Sleep in the cubicle, don’t worry, I won’t disturb you.”

"Can you go back to sleep?" Han Yurou's voice was light and weak because she was uncomfortable.

I still have some pain in my lower abdomen, and it hurts even if I move even a little bit.

"I won't disturb you." Rong Jincheng emphasized again and again.

Han Yurou stopped talking, because...every time she said a word, the wound hurt a little, and the high fever had not completely subsided, and she couldn't get excited.

Let him do whatever he likes.

Rong Jincheng stopped disturbing her and turned off the lights outside for her: "I'll go to the cubicle. If you need anything, just call me. You can do it at any time."

After saying that, knowing that Han Yurou would not respond, he walked quietly to the cubicle.

He drank a cup of coffee and continued to deal with the work at hand. He had to get up early tomorrow.

It's raining outside, and the sound of rain is filling my ears.

Time ticked by, and accidentally, Rong Jincheng fell asleep on the table.

In his sleep, he was back to his childhood again.

When he was a child, his time was not very good. Before he was five years old, children of the same age did not like to play with him very much. They all said that he had no father and his family was poor. The clothes he wore were all old, and some of them were even his mother's clothes.

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Therefore, before the age of five, he was very lonely and relatively introverted.

"An illegitimate son without a father!" Suddenly, a child picked up a stone from the ground and hit him on the head.

With a "boom", Rong Jincheng woke up from his sleep and rubbed his forehead.

Oh, I had another not-so-good dream.

The unfinished coffee in the cup had gone cold, so why did he fall asleep.

In the dream, there were still those annoying children.

He coughed lightly, cheered up, and continued to look at the mail processing work.

It was late at night, but he was no longer sleepy.

He remembered that Qingming Festival was coming soon and it was time to burn incense on his mother's grave.

It's March in spring, and the rain is gurgling outside the curtain.

There was darkness everywhere, and at a glance, it was all darkness and no light could be seen.

…

Early the next morning.

The rain has stopped, and mist is floating in the air. The white fog hangs over the entire capital, adding a state of confusion to the scenery of the capital.

It rained for two consecutive days and the temperature dropped a lot.

Rong Jincheng put on his suit, ate a bite of breakfast in a hurry and left the ward.

Before leaving, Han Yurou was still awake. When he saw her beautiful and fair face, he couldn't help but hold her shoulders and kiss her twice.

Unfortunately, this scene happened to be seen by Han Yurou's doctor.

The female doctor looked at Rong Jincheng and warned: "The patient has just had a miscarriage and cannot have sex."

"..." Rong Jincheng rolled his eyes, "Do I look hungry?"
Chapter completed!