He Shi walked over and glanced back at her husband on the bed before finally turning to Hua Ling: ‘Doctor Hua.’
Hua Ling: ‘Don’t worry. I always keep my word.’
He Shi forced herself to look away from her husband’s face, turned her head, and her voice was tinged with a hint of choking: ‘Thank you.’
Hua Ling let out a faint sigh.
After He Shi left, Hua Ling noticed Chu Jiang again looking at her with disdain.
Hua Ling raised an eyebrow: ‘Do you have a problem?’
The man shook his head and said, ‘A word is a promise? Why don’t you say that pigs can fly?’
Hua Ling retorted, ‘We’re both in the same boat, so you’re not in a position to judge me.’
The man seemed to have been hit on something by her, his face changed slightly, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, ‘Let’s go, don’t you still have this patient waiting for you to worry about?’
Hua Ling nodded in agreement, ‘Let’s go. It’s up to you. Taxi.’
Man: ‘…’
…
Jiang Yu felt like he had been having a long dream. When he woke up, he found himself back in Congyuan.
Gradually, his consciousness returned… Before he fainted… Right, Hua Ling!
‘You’re awake.’
When Jiang Yu appeared from the sword, he ran into the man leisurely sitting by the window, drinking tea and eating melon seeds.
Although his face was facing the window, looking out at the scenery, he was definitely talking to him.
Jiang Yu dodged to the man’s front and grabbed him by the collar. ‘Chu Jiang! Why are you here…where’s Hualing?!’
The man turned his head back and looked up at him. ‘As a sword spirit, you lost your master and you’re still questioning others?’
Jiang Yu’s grip on his wrist tightened. ‘You!’