2029: C2029 She Did Not Feel Sorry for Him Anymore

C2029 She Did Not Feel Sorry for Him Anymore

V sped all the way to the hospital.

Xuanyuan Yov himself didn't know that he could still hold on for so long.

Ling Tianhao got off the car in the front row and walked to the back row to support Xuanyuan Yov.

Xuanyuan Yov wanted to get off the car himself, but he found that all his strength had been drained from his wounds.

He looked at Su Zimeng, who was beside him, and found that she did not look at him. She only reached out to grab the front passenger's bag and closed the car door. She looked like a mistress.

He retracted his gaze and walked towards the hospital's Department of Surgery with the help of Ling Tianhao.

Although Ling Tianhao was an artiste, he was only popular in Hua Country and Ning Country. Almost no one in K Country knew him, so he naturally did not need to wear a mask.

The three of them went to the Department of Surgery. Ling Tianhao went to register and let Su Zimeng stay with Xuanyuan Yov in the waiting room.

Xuanyuan Yov leaned on the chair and looked at Su Zimeng who was standing by the side. He said, "Meng -" Su Zimeng's phone rang. She looked at the phone call and nodded at Xuanyuan Yov. She walked to the side to answer the call.

When Ling Tianhao returned, Su Zimeng had not finished the call. Thus, he directly supported Xuanyuan Yov to the consultation room.

Xuanyuan Yov's injuries were too severe, and he was directly asked to lie on the hospital bed.

When the doctor saw that his exposed skin was full of scars, he could not help but frown and ask, "What other injuries are there?"

Xuanyuan Yov said, "Back, burns."

His clothes were cut off, and the skin on his back was exposed to the air. His burned skin was ruptured, and some parts were already beginning to fester.

Ling Tianhao frowned. Clearly, he was also shocked by such a wound.

Xuanyuan Yov only locked Su Zimeng's gaze and wanted to see a trace of pain on her face.

But he failed.

After taking a look, she quickly took out her phone, as if she was sending a message to someone. She was not affected at all.

Some memories flashed past her eyes - when he was still in his first year of university, Xuanyuan Yov had been scratched in a basketball match, and there was a bleeding wound on the back of his hand.

Su Zimeng was at the side of the court at that time. When she saw Xuanyuan Yov coming down, her expression immediately changed.

She pulled him and ran quickly to the infirmary. Her big eyes were a little red. "Do you want to have tetanus?"

The past was like smoke and smoke. Xuanyuan Yov retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the doctor to examine him.

"There are many burns, and they have inflamed. They need to be hospitalized," the doctor said.

The doctor came to a conclusion. "Who came to pay?"

Ling Tianhao said, "I'll go."

Xuanyuan Yov said to him. "Thank you. Tell me your account number. My brother came over and asked him to give you the money."

Ling Tianhao had already walked forward. "It's fine. We're all fellow countrymen. There's no need."

The doctor went to the next room to write medical records. There were only Su Zimeng and Xuanyuan Yov in the ward.

The air fell silent. Xuanyuan Yov saw from the corner of his eye that Su Zimeng had been looking at her phone.

He could not describe the feeling in his heart. It had been so many years. If she was married, he wanted an answer from her.

Why did they break up?2

He thought about it for a long time, but still didn't understand.

"Cough cough."

Xuanyuan Yov used cough to attract Su Zimeng's attention.

She only glanced at him, as if she felt he was too noisy, so she took her phone and wanted to go out.

"Mengmeng..." Xuanyuan Yov struggled to get up.

His whole body was in pain, and the moment he got up, he almost fell to the ground.

But his dignity did not allow him to do so. So he struggled to stand up with the help of the bed and walked towards Su Zimeng step by step.

She stood on the spot and watched as the air between them was squeezed.

Finally, the distance between Xuanyuan Yov and Su Zimeng was only half a meter.

His injury made his smile stiffen, but he still smiled. "What? You really don't know him?"

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