Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Don't be afraid, Wanwan, this is just a medicine, it won't hurt you." Xu Shuo's gentle voice said slowly: "After injecting you with this medicine, you will become like me. "

Xu Shuo's words were gentle and deep, but he said the opposite.

Like Xu Shuo?
Become crippled like him?
Mu Wan'an had a faint guess in her heart. She suppressed her fear and said, "What kind of medicine is that? What are you going to turn me into? What exactly do you want to do?"

Xu Shuo said seriously: "Wanwan doesn't listen to me seriously again. Didn't I say that I want to make you like me, so that you lose the feeling of your lower body, and you will live in a wheelchair from now on."

He smiled and said, "How nice, Wanwan, from now on, I can take care of you, and you can know how hard I have been through these years."

His eyes darkened for a moment and he continued: "You will never leave me."

Mu Wan'an looked at the needle in his hand, her hairs stood on end, her fear was like an invisible weight weighing on her body.

Who will come and save her!
"How is Mr. Song's recovery?"

Shen Tuxin was distracted, and suddenly heard Han Xiu's culture, she raised her head, showed a habitual smile and said, "It's much better."

Much better
It is much better.

Song Bingjue's memory is slowly recovering.

She turned her head and looked into the room looking out the window, Song Bingjue was wondering what she was thinking, her eyes darkened.

"Miss Mu hasn't shown up recently?" She asked lightly.

Han Xiu glanced down at her, and said reassuringly, "Miss Shen, don't worry, I won't let her appear around here with me, but it's true that she hasn't appeared in this period of time, I don't know if it's behind her back plan something."

Shen Tuxin nodded and said, "As long as she doesn't show up, Bingjue won't be irritated."

Han Xiu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to make Mr. Song not remember Mu Wan'an."

Shen Tuxin didn't speak, but she was thinking silently in her heart.

If so, it is the best.

Don't remember Mu Wan'an in this life.

Song Bingjue seemed to have remembered something, turned his head and looked at Shen Tuxin who was looking at him in thought outside the door.

He subconsciously showed a familiar smile, and Shen Tuxin forced a smile and said, "I'll go in and see him."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked into the ward.

"What's the matter? What are you talking about with Han Xiu? Why are you frowning?" Song Bingjue was as close as before to Shen Tuxin, a childhood sweetheart, and rubbed the top of her hair and said, "It's my situation. Okay?"

He said thoughtfully: "I feel that my situation seems to be much better. I can always think of some fragments about the past. Sometimes it is a scene, and sometimes it is a plot."

"Don't worry, it's already fine." He patted Shen Tuxin on the shoulder.

"Yeah, it will get better with time." Shen Tuxin's hand was almost clasped into her palm.

Song Bingjue looked out of the window and said with a smile: "Speaking of it, there always seems to be a name in my mind, which seems to be very important to me, but I can't remember it."

"In the past, I seemed to have only you as a close friend. I don't know if you know this person."

"It seems that the surname is Mu, or Mu."

The smile on Shen Tuxin's face froze, and it took her a long time to hear her ethereal voice slowly say: "Really? Probably a very important partner?"

"Really? It seems that I have been a workaholic these years." Song Bingjue raised his eyebrows without doubting him, still thinking about the name.

"Is it wood, or Mu?"

Finally, Shen Tuxin couldn't sit still anymore, she stood up abruptly, and said, "Think about it slowly, I remember that the doctor seemed to have something to do with me just now, I'll go and see what's going on first."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Song Bingjue said heartily.

At this time, he was still the boy with a stinky face and indifference to his friends more than ten years ago.

Shen Tuxin went to see a doctor in a numb heart.

The doctor smiled when he saw her, but Shen Tuxin didn't want to see a smile at all, nor did he want to hear good news.

"Ms. Mu, you can rest assured. Now the blood in his brain is getting less and less. I believe it won't be long before Mr. Song can remember the past."

The corners of Shen Tuxin's mouth twitched, and there was no smile on her face at all. She looked at the CT list without saying a word. The situation was getting better and better. She turned and went out. When she reached the door, she stopped, The voice seemed to say with forbearance: "My surname is Shen, not Mu."

"Ah" The doctor was a little surprised.

Shen Tuxin clasped the door frame tightly, suppressed her anger, and said, "Doctor, you have missed many times, don't make a mistake next time."

After speaking, she slammed the door of the office and left, leaving the doctor in the office stunned.

A doctor wearing a mask passed by Shen Tuxin, looked back at the gloomy Shen Tuxin, opened the door of the office and said, "What's the matter? Is it someone who just went out from Mr. Song's ward? "

The doctor shook his head helplessly and said: "These rich people are really difficult to serve. We are so busy with work, how can we have the time to remember the names of each of their escorts?"

When he met his colleague, he couldn't help complaining: "Tell me, everyone knows that Mrs. Song next to Mr. Song is surnamed Mu? This is someone else, who knows what the name of the new one is? It’s normal to not remember what it’s called when I’m busy.”

The doctor wearing a mask nodded and said, "You're right, but after all, he belongs to Mr. Song. I'd better go and have a look, and don't report you."

The doctor came to think about it, sighed and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, what's going on every day."

The doctor wearing a mask smiled, turned and went out.

The attending doctor took a sip of tea, shook his head, and said to himself, "I have to bother my colleagues."

He suddenly hissed a little strangely: "The one just now is not from our department, right? It's a little strange, and I don't know the colleagues in that department? I have to ask later, invite him to have a meal and make friends."

Shen Tuxin resisted the hostility in her heart and walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed a handful of water on her face.

Mu Wan'an, Mu Wan'an's name is everywhere, when will Mu Wan'an disappear?

She clenched her fists.

I'm afraid that Mu Wan'an will not disappear, but will appear more and more. Now that Song Bingjue has recovered his memory, it's only a matter of time before Mu Wan'an remembers!

It would be great if Mu Wan'an could disappear, if only Song Bingjue could not remember.

It's all Mu Wan'an's fault!Obviously everything is normal and complete!It was she who was unwilling to interfere!
Shen Tuxin took a deep breath, took the tissue beside her, and wiped her face.

A doctor wearing a mask came in, saw Shen Tuxin and said, "Miss Shen, I'm here to apologize to my colleague. I'm sorry. He usually only pays attention to work and doesn't understand these worldly things."

Shen Tuxin eased up a little, and a half-smile smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said: "It's okay, I care too much."

"It seems that you are in a bad mood." The doctor looked at Shen Tuxin sincerely and said, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Song's health?"

Shen Tuxin's hands stiffened and she said, "No problem."

"However, I probably know why you are melancholy." The doctor said seriously: "Mr. Han actually asked us when he was waiting outside, whether Mr. Song can not recover his memory or something, I probably know a little bit."

Hearing Han Xiu's name, Shen Tuxin's pretense was reduced a lot, and she was moved. If it was Han Xiu who came to ask, wouldn't her danger be much smaller?

She raised her head and looked seriously at the doctor in front of her. She looked tall and tall, covering her face so she couldn't see clearly, but her eyes were exceptionally clear and beautiful.

She thought with a slight sneer in her heart, she never thought that there was such a doctor in the hospital.

"Have Mr. Han asked you?" Shen Tuxin asked: "Then Mr. Song probably has other considerations, so what can you do?"

The doctor nodded, and said in surprise, "Didn't Mr. Han tell you?"

"Mr. Han asked us to find such medicines and treatments. He said that since Mr. Song's memory recovery process is always accompanied by coma and headaches, it is better not to recover at all, as long as the body recovers."

Shen Tuxin felt a lot more at ease when she heard him say that she really was someone who followed Song Bingjue. With such an explanation, public opinion would no longer exist.

She also simply asked: "How is the progress of the hospital now, have you found it?"

"I found it, but Mr. Han is not in a hurry, so we are still looking for other methods as a backup plan during this time."

Shen Tuxin squinted her eyes, Han Xiu isn't in a hurry?
It's no wonder that Song Bingjue's ability to forget about Mu Wan'an is not that important to him, the more sure the better, but she can't, she can't wait.

Shen Tuxin said: "Then you give me the medicine first, you always have to try it first, if it doesn't work, don't let the hospital bother you."

"I'll tell Han Xiu later."

The doctor nodded, took her to a medicine storehouse, asked her to wait outside for a while, and then took out a small medicine box, transparent, with a white capsule inside.

He handed it to Shen Tuxin, and explained seriously: "Actually, it is a kind of medicinal powder. It must be mixed with water to take it. You can open the capsule and put it in Mr. Song's water, and then drink it up."

Shen Tuxin asked suspiciously: "Does one just need one?"

The doctor laughed and said, "Not necessarily. It depends on the later stage. You also need to try to see how the situation is, right?"

Shen Tuxin nodded thoughtfully, put away the medicine box, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, this is what we should do."