Early the next morning, after Leng Qianxue woke up, she found that Ye Hui had missed calls from her phone. She was startled and hurriedly called him back...

"Hey, Ye Hui, you called me last night? What happened? Did Ye Zhenting's condition worsen again..."

"No, no." Ye Zhenting drove the hands-free, carefully observed Ye Zhenting's face, and replied cautiously, "Last night I just wanted to go and see Leng Bing. I called you to see if you were asleep. If you weren't asleep, I would like to ask you to come back to guard the Night King..."

"Oh, I'm scared to death." Leng Qianxue breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought something happened to him."

"It's okay, he..." Ye Hui replied subconsciously, but after saying that, he touched Ye Zhenting's eyes and immediately changed his words, "He was fine last night, but early this morning, he seemed a little uncomfortable again."

"What's wrong?" Leng Qianxue suddenly became anxious, "Did you call the doctor? I'll come over right away."

"Okay, okay, come here and talk about it..."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Hui saw Ye Zhenting's satisfied smile on his lips. He knew that his purpose had succeeded, and he felt relieved, "Miss Leng will come back soon to accompany you, then..."

"When she comes back, you go and accompany Lengbing." Sure enough, Ye Zhenting has become easy to talk now, "You can't leave your girlfriend alone in the hospital, you're so mad!"

"Hehe, thank you, King Ye." Ye Hui was overjoyed.

"But you have to pay attention to your words." Ye Zhenting thought of something and reminded, "I didn't insist on letting her come back."

"I understand, I understand!" Ye Hui nodded repeatedly.

"Wash me first, and lie down for a few days, it smells bad..."

"yes."

Leng Qianxue didn't even have time to eat breakfast with the children, so she rushed back to the south of the mountain in a hurry.

Get off the car, rush upstairs in three steps, and break into the room anxiously: "Ye..."

She was stunned before she finished speaking.

Ye Zhenting was lying on the bed, eating the dumplings made by Rong Ma leisurely.

Seeing Leng Qianxue, his face immediately darkened and pretended to be weak: "I don't have the appetite... take it away..."

Ye Hui hurriedly took away the dumplings and sighed anxiously: "Ye Wang, what should I do if you can't eat every day?"

"What's wrong?" Leng Qianxue walked in quickly and asked anxiously, "Does the wound hurt again? Or are there any other symptoms? Yehui, have you called the doctor?"

"It just hurts the wound, so painful that I can't sleep all night." Ye Hui looked helpless, "I said I called the doctor, but the Night King would not allow him."

"How can you not call the doctor? Call Dr. Helen quickly." Leng Qianxue urged.

"I've beaten." Ye Hui realized Ye Zhenting's face and said sadly, "Doctor Helen said that she had done what she should do, and now she can't do anything, so she can only endure it."

"Do you have any painkillers?" Leng Qianxue looked at Ye Zhenting's weak look and felt very distressed.

"The painkiller is no longer useful." Ye Hui said more and more pitiful, "The main reason is that the wound on his head is too deep..."

"Cough cough." Ye Zhenting coughed a few times, signaling him not to say anything anymore. He was hit by a vase, but now he said it as if he was about to die. Leng Qianxue would be suspicious.

Of course, at this moment, he didn't know that Leng Qianxue already knew his true situation.

"It's all my fault..." Leng Qianxue felt very guilty, "You can't eat dumplings. You can't get meat in oil these days. I'll make some rice soup for you."

As she said that, she was going out...

"Miss Leng..." Ye Hui hurriedly stopped her, "I'll let Mom Rong go, you'll be with King Ye."

"Yeah, okay." Leng Qianxue sat down beside the bed and touched Ye Zhenting's forehead, "Let me see, do you have a fever?"

"I can't die..."

Although Ye Zhenting said this, he looked so weak that he was vulnerable.

He discovered that the more weak he pretended, the more worried she was...

He was very happy to see her worried.


Chapter completed!