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Chapter 621 Her Birth Was An Odd Number 1
How did things become like this?

When he left, his whole heart was heavy and dark...

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After coming out of the emergency room, Ou Muchen, who was sent to the ward for a day and a night, did not wake up. According to Ji Chengzhi, his heart needed 36 hours of relaxation after resuscitation.

Only in this way will he not be put in danger again.

Therefore, in order to prevent him from being stimulated again, he specially injected him with enough medicine to sleep for 36 hours, and he would not wake up until 36 hours later.

Thirty-six hours later, it was already the night of the second day, around ten o'clock.

It was past ten o'clock, because Bai Tingfang and Mr. Ou had been guarding him all day and night. The elderly man couldn't bear it anymore, so Bai Tingfang sent him back first, and waited for him to come over to guard his son.

Therefore, at this point, the entire corridor and wards are quiet and quiet. The VIP ward area, which is purposely isolated from external disturbances, is as quiet as a remote place away from the noisy city.

And Ou Muchen woke up in such an environment...

As soon as he woke up, he opened his eyes and saw a blurry, white patch above his head. He was a little dazed at first, and he couldn't figure out where he was.
Until, after he moved, he felt a faint pain coming from the position of his left heart, and then his eyes moved, and the fragments before coma began to slowly pour into his mind, the memory , began to recover bit by bit.

"Ye Ning..." As soon as the memory came back to life, immediately after he called out such a name from his dry mouth in pain, he was about to struggle to get off the hospital bed and start looking for that person.

However, he just moved a little, and suddenly there was an indifferent voice in the ward with only a very weak light on: "Are you awake?"

Who?
Hearing this sound, his struggling body immediately stopped, and then his pale cheeks dripping with sweat looked towards the source of the sound.

It was a man's voice, very indifferent and blunt, like the cold wind blowing outside the window, it made people feel a little uncomfortable and irritating.

Panting for breath, he saw the man wearing glasses standing by the window sill in the dim light, and suddenly his eyes, which had just woken up from a coma, narrowed slightly, and his expression suddenly became cold: "It's you? How will you be here?"

The man turned around and looked at him coldly: "Of course he got in, how about it? Third young master, how does death feel?"

"What did you say?"

"I said... how does it feel to go to hell?" He finally raised his feet and walked towards him step by step. In the dim light, he was wearing a black windbreaker and a thin figure. Individuals are like ghosts coming out of nowhere.

Ou Muchen stood there, because his heart that had not yet recovered was aching. On his forehead, a thin layer of sweat had begun to appear, and his bloodless lips were becoming paler and frighteningly pale.

But even so, he still didn't lie down, but chose to stick there, watching the man walking towards him step by step.

"What do you want to do?"

"What do you say?"

He gave him a cold look, and even pulled a chair beside him casually, and sat down beside his bed: "I actually came to see if you died, Ou Muchen, you don't even know how much I hate you .”

(End of this chapter)