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Chapter 378 I Can't Do Anything (11)

Suddenly, a cold little hand covered his hand, Han Cheng's body froze, his black eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at Xie Yiren.

Xie Yi's eyes were red, and he stared at him uneasy, his pale cheeks were full of tears, and his frail body was trembling.

"Yi Ren..." Han Cheng felt that his heart was about to break, but he didn't know what else to say besides calling her name, and his Yi Ren wouldn't respond to him anymore.

Han Cheng, what's wrong with me?
Xie Yiren clenched Han Cheng's hand tightly, and said these words silently with his lips, accompanied by more turbulent tears.

Han Cheng looked at the lips that opened and closed, his heart was throbbing, every word was like a sharp knife piercing into his heart, stirring back and forth cruelly, he bent down in pain, and blocked Xie Yiren's lips, She forcefully pried open her teeth.

Xie Yiren's eyelashes trembled slightly. Looking at the face close at hand, he slowly closed his eyes and began to respond to Han Cheng.

Lips, inseparable.

Kiss, salty and astringent.

After a while, Han Cheng left Xie Yiren's lips, then moved to her face, and kissed her tears piously and meticulously.

His lips were cold and trembling.

Xie Yiren couldn't feel the slightest warmth, she raised her hand to grab the shirt on Han Cheng's chest, and continued to ask stubbornly, what's wrong with me?
There was no sound.

Han Cheng stopped suddenly, and looked at Xie Yiren in a daze. He understood her mouth shape, but all he knew now was Wang Ziqing and the syringe. He didn't know exactly what Yiren was injected with...

Xie Yiren looked at Han Cheng's silent appearance, and began to beat with his hands holding the shirt, punching Han Cheng's chest one after another.

Han Cheng didn't resist, and let Xie Yiren beat her. She had very little strength, and the hit on his chest felt light and painless, but his heart ached like a knife in his chest, and he couldn't help himself.

The two were in a stalemate like this, and soon, Xie Yiren stopped beating. She had just woken up, her body was already weak, one punch after another, at this time her hands had no strength at all.

Han Cheng felt distressed, and reached out to touch her cheek, but Xie Yiren turned his body indifferently, buried his face deeply in the pillow, and did not want to look at him.

Han Cheng's hand stopped stiffly in mid-air, his eyes flickered with pain, and he stared at Xie Yiren stubbornly. In just two or three seconds, the woman under him began to cry again.

After Yiren woke up, in just ten minutes, her tears never stopped, her pain, his suffering.

Han Cheng didn't bother, and quietly watched Xie Yiren vent, his eyes gradually began to turn red.

I don't know how much time has passed, Xie Yiren may be tired from crying, or his body is too weak, and unconsciously, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Han Cheng gently pulled Xie Yiren's body, let her lie flat comfortably, stretched out his hand to help her tuck the quilt, and then planted a light kiss on her forehead.

"Yi Ren, I won't let you cry like this all the time, trust me."

After finishing speaking, Han Cheng got up, walked towards the door of the ward, closed the door gently, and went straight to the doctor's office.

"Mr. Han." Seeing the long figure of Xin Dao at the door, the doctor hurriedly stood up and called out respectfully.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, walked towards him, and said straight to the point: "What happened to her?"

"When I checked Ms. Xie's throat just now, I found a small needle hole in her neck, which should have been injected with some kind of medicine." The doctor answered truthfully.

(End of this chapter)