my billionaire ex-husband

"Feng Chengling, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Whispering as if being bewitched, she hugged him tightly.

The warmth and murmur from her hand turned into a kind of strength, making Feng Chengling less painful.

After a while, his convulsed body subsided slowly, and he hugged Lin Kewei with his sweaty hands: "Scared you? When I had a seizure, it was really scary, wasn't it?"

Lin Kewei bit her lip hard, didn't speak, and didn't dare to look down at him. [

She was afraid that she would cry when she saw his face!

"Feng Chengling... Hurry up and have the surgery, why must it be delayed for two months?" Lin Kewei choked up, "Xiao Han said that the surgery will be successful! Huangjue's medical skills are very good, you have to trust him ah!"

"I believe..." Feng Chengling stretched out his hand to pull her on his lap, hugged her gently and said, "However, this operation requires a lot of preparation, and I also need to take medicine for a period of time before I can go for the operation."

Lin Kewei blinked her watery eyes: "Really?"

"Well, how could I lie to you." Although Feng Chengling's face was still pale, the expression on his face was very relaxed, "I also hope to have an operation and be cured sooner."

Lin Kewei nodded, only then did she notice that there was some dirt on Feng Chengling's shoulders, and the wheels were also covered in mud and grass.

On his body, there is a fresh scent of grass.

"You didn't sleep today, where did you go?" Lin Kewei asked lamely.

"Go around the neighborhood and get familiar with the environment."

"Then do you remember to take the medicine?" Lin Kewei stood up from his arms, "You must have forgotten to take it, right?"

"I ate it when I came back."

Seeing that his face was still a little pale, Lin Kewei reached out to touch his forehead and found that he had a low fever.

Ever since he was shot in the head, he has become very cold and prone to fever...

Lin Kewei hurriedly pushed Feng Chengling into the room: "It's getting dark, and the wind is about to blow. Why are you still outside..."

Because the wheelchair was dirty, Feng Chengling insisted on not being pushed in, and asked Lin Kewei to give him a cane when he reached the door.

"Actually, the floor is dirty, just clean it up!"