Spoiled by My Possessive CEO

After the doctor finished treating the wound on her face, Gu qingran was soaked with sweat.

When He Zi came in, Gu Qingwen's face had been repainted.

"I'm sorry, sister-in-law. I knew I shouldn't let you pass." He Zi is very remorseful.

With tears in her eyes, she held back and held her hand.

Feeling the wet meaning in her palm, He Zi didn't know what to say.

The doctor asked He Zi to go to the office to talk about the injury on Gu qingran's face.

"Sister in law, I'll come back later."

Gu lightly reluctantly smiles and nods.

This smile, pulling the wound on the face, more painful.

After she looked at He Zi, her eyes suddenly darkened, as if she had lost the light.

In the doctor's office, the attending doctor told he Zi: "the patient's current situation, I think she should see a psychologist."

"Why do you say that?" He Zi's face sank, and her voice was obviously unhappy.

What does he mean by that?

Is there something wrong with Gu's spirit?

The attending doctor knew he Zi's identity, so he spoke with a little respect.

"When we just treated her for the injury on her face, she was determined not to let her be anesthetized. Originally, the nerves on her face were very sensitive, but she tried to endure the pain without even humming. I always feel that there is a heavy burden in her heart, which makes her want to torture herself with clear pain. "

Smell speech, He Zi body shape tiny quiver, is elder brother's death?

"You should have found that she doesn't care about the facial injuries and the scars that will be left in the future. It's like the injured face is someone else's The attending doctor was surprised that no one would be so calm.

When he gave Gu light treatment, he observed her carefully.

Obviously, she couldn't stand the pain, but she still clenched her teeth and said nothing.

She could feel the pain, but it seemed that there was a more painful psychological trauma than that on her face, which made her not care about the injury at all.

He Zi didn't get angry again. She quietly went out of the doctor's office and returned to Gu lightly's ward.

"What are you doing, sister-in-law?" As soon as he Zigang went in, he saw Gu gently pull out the infusion needle on the back of his hand and got up to get out of bed.

Gu gently looked at her back and said, "now the wound has been treated. I'm ok. Let's go back! "

"Can't go back, you still have to infusion treatment, can't let the wound infection again." He Zi forcibly stops the way.

Gu gently raised his head and faced her with gauze.

"I'm really OK. We're not here. I'm not sure about my brother's diet."

She can't lose her brother without He Zi.

She would never allow anyone another chance to poison her brother.

"Then you stay here, I'll go back, I'll go back now." He Zi holds Gu's shoulder and stares at her tightly. Her voice is anxious.

She is anxious for Gu qingran's dead attitude.

"You go back now, brother Jiang Feng asked what happened to your face? What do you say? " He Zi asked her.

Gu was asked gently, eyes slightly heavy.

After a while, she nodded slightly: "then my brother is troubling you."

"We're all family. What's the trouble?" He Zi helped Gu lie down gently and let the nurse come in to tie up the infusion needle again before leaving.

On the way back, the car sped, sitting in the back of her, big open window.

The wind came in and He Zi's hair was blown up.

She leaned back in the seat, her eyes a little melancholy looking out of the window.

After arriving at home, Jiang Feng has woken up and is sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the tablet.

He Zi adjusted her mood and went over.

"Brother Jiang Feng!" She went to say hello with a smile.

Jiang Feng is very handsome with fair skin and clean temperament.

If he had not been poisoned and hurt his brain, he would be a legend of the stock market.

"Miss, Mr. Zhong is here." The housekeeper came over at this time and said politely.

He Zi smell speech, immediately stood up, to be pushed into the old clock slightly bowed his head.

Although he Zi has a noble status, Mr. Zhong is a respected elder of Jiang Feng, and He Zi is still treating Jiang Feng's illness, so He Zi respects him very much.

Mr. Zhong took a look at He Zi, and his eyes fell on Jiang Feng's face.

He had been here once yesterday to check the pulse of Jiang Feng and diagnose his illness. He had also seen Jiang Feng's previous medical records, as well as all the treatment processes and medication in foreign countries.

He knew that Jiang Feng's poison was irreversible to the brain.

As foreign experts say, what can be done now is to ease and improve. It is impossible to return to the previous state."Jiang Feng, don't you remember me?" Although Mr. Zhong already knows that Jiang Feng's memory is limited, he met him yesterday. Goodbye today. He is still so strange, which makes Mr. Zhong feel heavy.

Memory is so traumatized that it's easy to talk about it if you want to recover.

Jiang Feng heard someone calling himself. He put down the tablet and slowly looked up at Mr. Zhong who had been pushed in front of him.

"Who are you?" Jiang Feng really did not have the impression, did not know in front of this old gentleman is who.

"Brother Jiang Feng, he's grandfather Zhong. Before..."

Before listening to her, grandfather Zhong shook his head at her.

Signal her not to say so long ago, lest Jiang Feng to think about, will have a headache.

He Zi nodded and sat down.

Mr. Zhong looked at Jiang Feng mildly: "come on, give me your hand, I'll feel your pulse for you."

Jiang Feng has some doubts and looks at He Zi.

He Zi's heart is actually a little touched. Brother Jiang Feng has a bad memory and doesn't remember who is who.

After a period of treatment abroad, I feel better now. At least I remember the recent events.

Jiang Feng's brother didn't come back for a few days, but he didn't know her for the first time. Later, he knew who she was every time.

And brother Jiang Feng trusts her as much as Gu Qingqing.

He Zi nodded to brother Jiang Feng: "brother Jiang Feng, grandfather Zhong is a doctor. Let him feel your pulse!"

Jiang Feng smell speech, this just see to Zhong grandfather again.

Grandfather Zhong is wearing a gray Zhongshan suit today. Because of the inconvenience of legs and feet, he has been sitting in a wheelchair and pushed in by the nurse arranged by Qiao's family.

When Jiang Feng reaches out his hand, he doesn't feel the pulse for grandfather Zhong.

It's the thin blanket that grandfather Zhong put on his leg. It's all finished.

"Some of them slide down, you should feel cold, right?" Jiang Feng opens his mouth.

Looking at the innocence and understanding in his eyes, Mr. Zhong smiles.

Before, Jiang Feng was very smart, very steady, the most important thing is very kind, often do a lot of good things.

Now he is sick, and his eyes still show the goodness of his nature.

It's good that such children are rare in such a society.

Just, his illness?

"Give me your hand!" Mr. Zhong said.