Love You To The Bones

Hearing that Shen Zichuan was coming soon, Fang Yanrong's heart shrank into a ball with fear.

She always dreamed that Fang Xiaoran would die early and make room for her as Mrs. Shen. But now Fang Xiaoran really died on the operating table, but Shen Zichuan's performance is fundamentally different from what she expected. Looking at that posture, it seems that she wants to count this account on her head

no way.

She can't just sit and die.

The idea flashed through her mind. Fang Yanrong immediately glanced a sinister look in her eyes and hurriedly urged the doctor in a sharp voice, "quickly, give me an anesthetic immediately and immediately create a scar just sewn on my abdomen. It said that the operation was very successful. Because of the anesthetic, I didn't wake up and was still sleeping."

After the command, Fang Yanrong lay back in the hospital bed and closed her eyes nervously.

Any small details that will make Shen Zichuan suspicious must be handled properly.

"Yes, Miss Yanrong."

Although the doctor was bought by the Fang family at a high price, what he was about to face was Shen Zichuan, who was frightened by everyone in Tongcheng. In particular, the man was cold with a handsome face. The guilty doctor quickly nodded and dared not delay time. He did it according to Fang Yanrong's words.

Shen Zichuan came to Fang Yanrong's monitoring room. Just as he was about to push the door in, his phone rang.

The man took out his mobile phone from his suit trouser pocket with a gloomy face. His slender finger pressed the answer button. In the phone, the chief doctor's panic voice came, "Mr. Shen, master Xiao Jingcheng's wound has suddenly deteriorated and must be operated on immediately. You see..."

"People have been handed over to the hospital. You can do it as long as they are not dead."

“……”

The chief doctor was stunned with his mobile phone and was shocked by Shen Zichuan's cold words for a long time.

Death is not death, but it is certain to suffer a great crime.

The chief doctor secretly pinched a cold sweat for Xiao Jingcheng who offended Shen Zichuan.

At this end, Shen Zichuan frowned, hung up the call, fiercely closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and walked into the monitoring room angrily.

Fang Yanrong heard a loud bang from the door and was so frightened that her body couldn't stop shaking. Her eyelids hung on her pale belly and blinked restlessly. She scolded the doctor who was slow and didn't have time to give her anesthetic.

The doctor with the syringe in his hand was so frightened that he turned pale. He stood at the head of the bed, looked back motionlessly, and walked in slowly. He was a handsome man in a black shirt and black trousers with a terrible cold face.

Shen Zichuan repressed the rising anger of wanting to kill, stared at the motionless Fang Yanrong on the hospital bed with his vicious black eyes, and asked the doctor coldly, "how long will she wake up?"

The doctor was so scared that his legs were soft that he almost fell to his knees. He hurriedly replied with a white face and trembling, "Miss Yanrong has just had a kidney exchange operation, and the efficacy of the anesthetic has not passed, about... About half an hour or so."

Half an hour?

It's too long.

The man's dark eyebrow screwed up hard, and his whole body exuded a depressing cold feeling, "find a way to make her wake up early, the sooner the better!"

Up to now, Shen Zichuan has not figured out why his heart suddenly hurts and his mind is white when he sees Fang Xiao dying silently on the operating table.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the back of his right hand, which was still dripping blood. Suddenly, he punched heavily on the wall, which made the door of the monitoring room clang.

I thought his heart would be happy because the woman he liked recovered completely, but he didn't.

The woman he thought he hated finally died. He would be relieved and relieved. However, he didn't!

A panic and anxiety filled every cell of Shen Zichuan, and bursts of bone cold seemed to swallow him completely.

Facing Shen Zichuan with a dark smell all over his body, the doctor standing aside was almost stunned and stammered, "Mr. Shen, yes... Sorry, there is no better way to wake up Miss Yanrong for the time being."

"If you can't, just think of a way for me!"

Shen Zichuan suddenly roared fiercely. His blood was red with a pair of cold eyes, clutching the knuckles of his fingers. Because of his strength, the part stabbed by the sharp pillow on the back of his hand again mildly shed purplish blood.

"Yes, I'll find a way right away."

The doctor didn't have the courage to disobey Shen Zichuan's order. He agreed. He trembled for a while and said in a hurry, "Mr. Shen, can you... Can you go out first? It won't take long, about three minutes."

After all, in front of Shen Zichuan, he had no chance to negotiate with Fang Yanrong who pretended to be dead in bed.

"OK, I only give you three minutes."

Shen Zichuan sneered, turned and suddenly walked out of the ward.

He tried to suppress his inner rage. His slender fingers took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He frowned and took a hard breath. He moved quickly and fiercely, and almost didn't breathe halfway.

When song Zijian heard the news, the cold man standing in the corridor was as cold as frost. He hung his eyes and stared at the empty floor. He looked empty and gloomy, but the speed of smoking was very fast. He almost finished smoking one in the blink of an eye, then lit another, put it between his thin lips and sucked it fiercely.

"Zichuan, smoking is harmful to your health. Smoke less."

Song Zijian went up, reached out and took the smoke filled cigarette from the man's thin lips. He threw it into the trash can behind him. He noticed that his right hand, which was still smoking in mid air, was stained with blood, and the green veins on the back of his hand were bulging high. He sighed sympathetically, "Alas, why are you doing this? When Fang Xiaoran was there, no matter how much she cared about you and pleased you, you always turned a blind eye to her. Now she died unexpectedly. She can't see you when you're sad."

As he chattered, he took gauze, tweezers and other tools from the medical cart pushed by the passing nurse.

The little nurse recognized that song Zijian was the registered president of the municipal hospital next door. She dared to be angry.

Song Zijian was not in the mood to pay attention to the little nurse's mood. He put tweezers into the deep skin on the back of Shen Zichuan's hand and quickly cleaned up the debris and rotten residue inside. He felt toothache just looking at him.

Shen Zichuan seemed to lose his pain overnight. Song Zijian finally tied the gauze in his hand to the back of his bloody hand without blinking his eyelids.

He heard what song Zijian said clearly, but he didn't know how to answer or what to say.

Yes, why?

Fang Xiaoran is alive. He treats her coldly and violently every day. He doesn't care. He thinks she doesn't deserve to be his wife at all. It's not much different from other paid servants in the villa.

The only difference is that when he is drunk and burning, her body unexpectedly fits his taste and can make him extremely happy.

She was a tool for him to warm his bed. She didn't inject much emotion, did she?

At the moment, the light in the corridor vaguely illuminated Shen Zichuan's cold and high spirited back.

The man with light on his back suddenly smiled low and deep. The smile was almost cold enough to crack, "Zijian, you're wrong. Fang Xiaoran is still my nominal wife. Even if I don't love her, it's impossible for others to care about her and bully her!"

Others think about it. Of course, it's Xiao Jingcheng.

But others bully, this refers to Fang Yanrong?

Song Zijian figured out the key. His bright eyes stared directly at Shen Zichuan and said strangely, "Zichuan, what do you mean? Fang Yanrong is the woman you like. Are you willing to do it to her?"

At this time, Shen Zichuan's mobile phone ring rang loudly.