Jiang Wenxu's voice is very weak, hoarse and powerful: "Do you know what the book is?" He is now in the hospital, alcoholism and heart disease. Song assistant did not feel relieved last night, and the door is not open. Fortunately, he has The spare key, or Jiang Wenxu is really dangerous.
"He is still asleep." Ai Ziyu is much lazy to talk, but it is only afraid that Jiang Wenxu will play more: "I have nothing to do."
Jiang Wenxu is really uncomfortable now. He has a problem with his body. When he is vulnerable, he wants someone to stay with him. When he was lying in a hospital bed, he always thought that He Zhishu had a hundred times more difficulty in chemotherapy than before, but he was always a person. How long does He Zhishu have to lie on his bed to get enough to go home? The more I think about it, the more I feel sad. Jiang Wenxu even feels that he is suffering more, and at least he can understand the pain of the once-in-a-lifetime book.
He wants to know the book too much, he can't come to see people, he can only make a phone call. Jiang Wenxu coughed for a while before he sighed and said: "So... can you just let me listen? I won't quarrel with him, I just want to... just want to hear his breathing."
Ai Ziyu sneered, and finally got a breakthrough from the bad mood that began to suppress last night: "General Jiang, your tone is not ordinary disgusting. With me this rehearsal drama? Well? I am not a knife in your director's script. Don't forget, the lover outside is brought to bed by yourself. He knows that you haven't wanted it anymore. What are you wronging from this? You sent me a big one. Bless me, I can see you more than now!" Yes... you don't want him first, but why must you leave a mark in his heart? Really... there is no fairness, knowing...
"Then I hang up, take care of him."
Ai Ziyu wanted to throw the phone, but she still resisted it, because suddenly he flashed through his mind last night, and he couldn’t help but cry and shouted Jiang’s picture. Distress is more than heartache.
When he went upstairs into the bedroom, He Zhishu was still not awake. It should be too late to burn, and the body was too tired.
Ai Ziyu leaned over and gave him a quilt, but he hesitated and took out his mobile phone. He took a photo of the sleeping He Zhishu, the light was very dark, and the angle was not chosen. The effect was very poor.
He sent the photo to Jiang Wenxu, thinking about it and finally backing up a photo for himself.
Chapter 76
Time has passed especially fast, and Ai Ziyu is afraid of it. When he faces He Zhishu, he can already do it without the habit of any doctor. If he does not see the disease of He Zhishu, it will deteriorate to what extent. Go to the worst plan. Even so, he knows very well that a patient with advanced leukemia who is not treated without taking medicine can't hold it for too long.
It’s been a week since Jiang Wenxu made a phone call. The man didn’t bother, but also the kind of He Zhishu, Jiang Wenxu’s conscience.
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