Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

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Yan Zhou leaned against the cold wall, and the temperature of the wall spread to his body.

After hanging up the phone, looking up at the dazzling lights in the corridor, his eyes were filled with scarlet.

At some point in the quiet corridor, there were footsteps and the sound of crutches. Yan Zhou opened his eyes and saw the old lady standing in front of him.

"What's the matter? It's fine, why is it bad?"

The disease was fierce and fierce. After more than a month of treatment, the condition of Yanmu not only did not improve, but even worsened.

These days, the Yan family's mind is tense, and they are very afraid of hearing bad news from the doctor.

But what to be afraid of, this is actually not the first time I heard the news of the poor condition of Yanmu from the doctor, but every time I heard it, I couldn't help but feel anxious for the patients in the ward.

This time the situation was particularly dangerous. A calm person like Yanzhou panicked after receiving two critical illness notices.

At that time, my mind was really blank, I didn't know what to do to calm down, my heart was very chaotic, so I called Zou Zhiyi by accident, and after being stunned for a few words, miraculously, my mood calmed down down.

Now that the old lady is here, I can still comfort the old lady.

"It's normal for the condition to recur. It has been rescued now, so don't worry."

"How can I not be worried, this time I have been in the hospital for half a month, and the situation still hasn't improved, and even entered the emergency room, how can I not be worried?"

Mrs. Yan was on crutches, and since Mrs. Yan was found to have this disease, her heart has been on the alert.

The recurrence of the disease not only tortured the patient himself, but also affected the hearts of the patient's family members.

The old lady, who was always in good spirits, has already shown her old age in this month.

Holding on to the crutches, although she could vaguely see the shadow of the old lady who was always in the Yan family, she was much less energetic.

Looking at it like this is really sad.

"If this hospital doesn't work, you should transfer to another hospital and find a better doctor. Don't delay here..."

Yanzhou persuaded the old lady in a low voice, "This is the best hospital in China for treating this kind of disease. The best doctor has been invited. My mother will be fine. Don't worry."

"..."

Before the old lady could be comforted, the doctor came over, "The third master's patient has regained consciousness and is awake now. The family members can go in and talk to the patient."

The old lady suddenly lost the mood to talk about other things, and went to change clothes with the doctor to disinfect first, while Yan Zhou stayed outside, still looking at the lights above her head, her emotions clashing in her heart, but she still couldn't find an outlet to vent.

He wanted to smoke, but he was worried, fearing that if he went out, something would happen to him at this time, so he forcibly resisted the urge to smoke.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Yanzhou took it out to look at it, and two words appeared on the screen, "Zhaomu".

With his fingers hanging over the phone, he waited until the last second when the call was about to hang up before sending the answer button.

A clear voice came, "Third brother, I'm back again."

Yan Zhou stroked his forehead, and a deep voice rolled out from the depths of his throat, "Huh?"

She thought he was confused, and explained: "At first, I wanted to live there for a longer period of time. I don't have any friends abroad. It's boring for me to live there alone with my baby, and I'm afraid that person will come to make trouble again."