"Godfather, I’d like to call A Cheng, could you help dial the number?" Zii said again.
That night, after watching the movie with Ye Cheng, he said he was going to France for a half-month business trip, and she promised to pick him up at the airport the day he returned.
By now, the ti had long passed, and Ye Cheng must be very anxious if he couldn’t reach her.
After Zii’s words fell, the ward fell into silence.
"Godfather?" Zii couldn’t see what was happening, so she called out again.
Lu Shanhu, seeing her anxious look, felt even more distressed. He said in a hoarse voice, "I’ve already contacted him."
"What did A Cheng say?" Zii’s face lit up with joy, grabbing Lu Shanhu’s sleeve, "Tell him not to worry about , I’ll find him once I’m fully recovered."
"Little Zi." Lu Shanhu suddenly called her, his expression stern: "Stop being persistent, let go. He’s not worth your love."
"Godfather, I don’t understand what you an."
Zii found Lu Shanhu’s words a bit strange. He once said he wouldn’t interfere with her and Ye Cheng, so why was he changing his stance now?
Lu Shanhu didn’t answer, and Zii continued on her own: "I know I’m weak now, but you just said that I’ll recover soon. I promised A Cheng that I wouldn’t abandon him again, and I must keep my word."
When Zii becos stubborn, not even a bull can pull her back.
Lu Shanhu had to compromise: "Let’s talk about it after you recover."
Zii thought she could recover soon, but as ti passed and her vision didn’t improve at all, she finally felt the panic.
That day, she heard Lu Shanhu talking with the doctor about discharge procedures and suddenly sat up from the bed.
She reached out her hand, groping randomly, and said, "Godfather, why are we discharging? My eyes haven’t recovered, didn’t you say they would be fine soon?"
Lu Shanhu turned to look at her empty, lost eyes, and his cold, deep face was full of pain.
He went over to hold her hand and said, "Little Zi, the doctor said you can recuperate at ho. There are servants at ho, it’s more convenient to take care of you."
Zii wasn’t stupid; Lu Shanhu’s evasiveness indicated the seriousness of the situation.
Her heart kept sinking, and suddenly, Zii pushed Lu Shanhu’s hand away, turning her face in the direction of the doctor, urgently asking, "Doctor, how should my eyes be treated? Or is it simply untreatable? Tell the truth!"
Her expression was serious, and the aura around her beca awe-inspiring.
The doctor looked at Lu Shanhu with difficulty; without his permission, how could he dare to reveal the truth to Zii?
"Miss Zi, please rest assured, although this condition is very rare, it’s not a big issue—"
"Enough! I don’t want to hear you say that."
Zii abruptly interrupted the doctor, tired of hearing such words.
"Let’s get discharged; I don’t want to stay here a minute longer," she said coldly, then reached out to lift the quilt.
Lu Shanhu froze for a mont, his face dark and unable to speak.
Seeing her getting out of bed, he instinctively reached out to support her, only to be stubbornly brushed off by Zii: "I can walk by myself."
Her feet touched the ground, and she bent down to search for her shoes, failing to find them several tis.
Seeing this, the nearby Lu Shanhu felt painful, his eyes reddening with tears, yet he didn’t dare to help, fearing Zii would beco angrier, which wouldn’t be good for her health.
At this mont, Uncle Chen, the butler, happened to walk into the ward and, seeing the situation, quickly went over to help.
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