and share this life with affection

Bian Zhi never thought that the sincere feelings at the beginning would become the dagger that Ou Moyuan stabs at her today.

She closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were cold.

And Ou Moyuan looked at Bian Zhi in a daze, he still didn't understand her.

He watched her enter the background of Tongrentang, his brows slightly frowned, so, he was right?

Does she really like him?

This realization made Ou Moyuan's heart tremble violently.

"It's not like what is it?" Duan Chengfeng came to his side at some point, his friend for many years, he saw through his doubts at a glance, he didn't reveal Bian Zhi's identity, but said calmly:

"If you don't like it, which girl is willing to marry you on the premise that she knows that the marriage is just to take care of another woman?"

"If you don't like it, who can stand the weirdness of your family?"

"To tell you the truth, even though we brothers rarely see Bian Zhi, at first we also thought that Bian Zhi wanted something from you, such as money, fame, profit, etc. But it's been three years, Mo Yuan, For three years, she kept a low profile, never used Mrs. Ou's name to fight for anything on her own, and never said a word about you in front of reporters."

"Why are these, have you ever thought about it?"

"You take it for granted that she treats you well, so after the divorce, you still feel that he has unwarranted obligations to you, or to Chen Yuyan, but, Mo Yuan, you divorced, she left the house, you are Shouldn't we also look squarely at your relationship?"

Ou Moyuan stood where he was, his hands on both sides were tightly clenched, his fists clenched, and his joints glowed white and cold.

"Impossible," was the deep-seated thought in Omeryn's mind.

"I never met her until I asked her if she was going to get married."

The two didn't meet in the slightest.

He valued her medical skills, so he asked her, "Would you like to be Mrs. Ou?"

She thought for a short while and agreed.

He didn't believe that she would fall in love with him just by virtue of those few seconds.

This is totally illogical.

"What about you?" Duan Chengfeng asked lightly, looking at Ou Moyuan's cold and confused face.

Ou Moyuan froze for a moment, "What am I?"

"And why did you choose Bian Zhi?" Duan Chengfeng hit the nail on the head, "There are so many people, so many doctors, even if Bian Zhi's medical skills are superb, as long as you are in Renxin Hospital, Chen Yuyan's condition changes, according to her personality, she will not die. , so, why?"

"Why, you want to propose a marriage with her based on care?"

Before Duan Chengfeng left, he patted Ou Moyuan on the shoulder, "Brother, I don't know if it's too late to say that now, but, in my opinion, you are not innocent when it comes to marriage."

After all, the entire Ou family, which was far above the top, had tossed a lot of days because Ou Moyuan wanted to marry a Bian Zhi who had no background.

The snobby old lady almost staged a scene where she cried, made trouble and hanged herself.

When everyone thought that the foolish and filial Ou Moyuan would give in, he still persisted.

The rain was falling, and the man stood upright in the rain curtain. Through the rain curtain, he looked at the Chinese medicine hall in confusion.

After a long time.

Then he wiped his face fiercely, turned his head and stepped into the muddy road.

He doesn't believe that Bianzhi tolerates everything because he likes him, he doesn't believe anything!

When Bian Zhi walked into Tongxin Hall, his emotions had calmed down.

Director Wang may have been frightened by her actions towards Ou Zhenghao that day, so he only glanced at her indifferently when she entered the door.

Bian Zhi didn't take it to heart either.

However, today's dean has an intriguing expression, and looks at her from time to time, with pondering eyes, but uncertain doubts.

Bian Zhi knew that he was still filtering his identity.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to cut the herbs, an old man with his arms around his back at the door caught Bian Zhi's attention.

It was raining heavily outside, but he didn't come in, he just looked inside from time to time.

Then he asked the girl at the cashier what she said in a low voice, and then left with a serious face. When Bian Zhi asked the girl at the cashier, he realized that the old man just asked about the cost of traditional Chinese medicine?

"I didn't answer much. I just said that a set of medicine would cost at least [-]. He probably thought it was expensive. When I asked him what was wrong, he hesitated and didn't say anything. However, given his age, he must have a lot of problems."

Judging from her attire, she should be in financial difficulties, so she was afraid that she would not be able to afford the medical expenses, so she helped someone in the door.

With her fingers lightly resting on the connection, Bian Zhi's brows were lightly furrowed for a moment.

"How old are you?"

"I, cough cough—38."

"38!" Before Bian Zhi could say anything, the girl at the front desk let out a low voice in surprise, "You don't look like 38, even people believe you are 58."

Director Wang was frightened by Bian Zhi's sudden temper that day, so he didn't dare to say anything, he just walked across the aisle, "Don't invite anyone in, we are a Chinese medicine clinic here, not a charity hall!"

Perhaps it was because of his illness, so the man looked shabby in his clothes, and he really looked poor inside and out.

Director Wang has always had a bad attitude towards this kind of person.

The man lowered his head, his stooped back drooped more and more, and the tips of his ears were flushed with shame.

"I, I'm leaving now, hug, sorry."

Director Wang's cold snort was heavy, and accompanied by a thunderclap in the sky, the invisibility made people feel strong irony.

"Ankylosing spondylitis, 24 years, causing lung, muscle, and bone lesions."

The voice fell.

The man raised his head with a "swish" and looked at Bian Zhi's eyes with water stains. A few seconds later, the man wiped away his tears in a panic, as if his inferiority had fallen into the dust.

"Sorry, lost my temper."

Bian Zhi smiled slightly, with gentle comfort in the smile, and the great love that treats patients equally.

"It's okay. This kind of disease can be recuperated very well at the initial onset. Now that the age is long, the recuperation time may be relatively longer."

When Bian Zhi said this, the man's eyes lit up, "Can it be rectified? To what extent can it be rectified?"

Bian Zhi paused, "Combined with acupuncture, it is no problem for you to walk upright. In addition, your cardiopulmonary function can also be adjusted well, but you still have to pay attention to it in daily life. After all, this is an immune disease."

"Really?!" The man's eyes filled with excitement.

Maybe it's because he has been disappointed too much in the past twenty years. After the surprise, the cloudy light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "You, you are kidding me, right?"

The man looked at the immature girl in front of him, and felt more and more dazed, "I have been ill for more than [-] years, I have seen countless Chinese and Western medicines, and I have invested countless money, but the condition has never eased, it just slowed down. Progress, but the result is always the same.”

"All my life, I have only one wish, which is to stand upright and walk on my own, but—"

The man clenched his fists fiercely, "I can't!"

His condition is much more serious than that of ordinary people, and the long treatment has wiped out all his upright self-confidence and hope.

Now he looks not only old and hunchbacked, but also paralyzed!

If you go on, you will be severely disabled...

His life was gloomy, with no light in sight.

When the air in the chest was thin and suffocated, suddenly, the crisp voice was like a spring in winter, "Try it, maybe?"