Chapter 341 Mother and daughter meet for the first time!

The next few days went by peacefully. The couple spent every day together, became more familiar with each other, and their relationship warmed a lot.

But Fu Linghe's little habit of blushing easily hasn't changed at all.

It’s a bit regrettable that Fu Linghe shows no sign of remembering anything.

Mo Shian invited almost all the world's leading brain doctors, but no one was able to help.

"Just wait here obediently. I'll get the medicine for you." Yun Zheng reached out to pull the quilt over him, then stood up and looked at him.

The sunlight from outside came in through the window lattice, making his furrowed brows particularly obvious.

Fu Linghe grabbed her wrist, the IV tube swaying gently with his movements. "I'll go with you."

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed her pulse, and his gauze-wrapped wrist was exposed under the cuff of his hospital gown.

The heart rate line on the monitor suddenly rose, drawing a steep wave on the screen.

"No!" Yun Zheng held down his hand as he tried to lift the quilt. Her palm touched the IV needle on the back of his hand. The cold touch made her voice soften. "Doctor Smith said you need to stay in bed and not get out of bed. Besides, you're on an IV right now. How can you go?"

As she leaned over, the ends of her hair brushed his cheek, carrying a faint scent of rose shampoo.

Fu Linghe suddenly propped himself up, and the wound under the gauze was affected. The sound of his gasp made Yun Zheng's face turn pale instantly.

But the next second, this 5'87" tall man grabbed the edge of her clothes with his injured hand and shook her gently, "Help me get the IV stand, and you can go out."

When he raised his face, his thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed. "Okay?"

The tips of Yun Zheng's ears suddenly felt burning.

Fu Linghe, this bastard, is so sexy when he acts like a spoiled brat. His always sharp eyes are now wet, like obsidian soaked by rain.

She bent down as if possessed by a demon, and lightly touched his brow with her lips.

"Bang!"

The ECG monitor at the bedside table sounded a shrill alarm. Fu Linghe froze in place.

The color crimson spread from the ears to the neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the skin on the collarbone turned a faint pink.

Yun Zheng looked at his pupils shaking, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. The man in front of her really would turn red and turn pale if he was kissed.

"Three minutes." Yun Zheng raised her finger and waved it in front of his eyes, stifling a laugh as she retreated toward the door. "I promise."

When she closed the door, she saw through the gap that Fu Linghe was fanning himself desperately with the hand that was not receiving the IV drip. The collar of his hospital gown was torn askew, revealing his well-defined collarbone.

The lights in the corridor were much brighter than in the ward.

Yun Zheng rubbed her hot cheeks and walked towards the pharmacy, her high heels tapping out a light rhythm on the marble floor.

After getting the medicine, she didn't dare to delay for a moment and turned around and walked back.

She had promised that stingy man that he would only be there for three minutes, and now she was worried that she would be late and that the man would do something weird again!

Thinking of this, Yun Zheng couldn't help but quicken her pace.

As she turned the corner, a figure suddenly jumped out and Yun Zheng was bumped by that person without being prepared.

The medicine bottle in my arms fell to the ground!

"I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do, I'm sorry..." The man who bumped into Yun Zheng just apologized hurriedly and ran away without even pausing.

Yun Zheng frowned slightly and could only squat down to pick up the medicine bottles that had just been scattered on the ground.

But to her surprise, someone was actually faster than her!

When Yun Zheng came to her senses, the woman had already picked up several bottles and put them back into the bag.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Yun Zheng quickly picked up the medicine that fell on the ground and said to her as she picked it up.

The woman in front of him did not stop what she was doing. She helped Yun Zheng pick up the last bottle of medicine that had rolled on the ground and put it into the bag before standing up.

Yun Zheng also stood up with a medicine bag in her hand.

Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, Yun Zheng suddenly felt dizzy and staggered, almost falling.

It was the woman who had just helped her pick up the medicine. She reached out and held her steady, "Be careful."

The woman's voice was gentle, but perhaps it was her imagination, it was tinged with a hint of worry.

Yun Zheng stood firm and raised her head, only to meet the woman's almond-shaped eyes.

She was about 40 years old and was wearing a casual suit. Although it was the most inconspicuous outfit, she was tall and could still be noticed at a glance even in the crowd.

The woman was wearing a mask and Yun Zheng couldn't see her face, but at this moment her gentle and beautiful eyes were full of worry.

When she looked up, the mask slipped slightly, revealing a small teardrop mole under her right eye.

Yun Zheng felt as if she had seen these eyes somewhere before. They always gave her an inexplicably familiar feeling.

While she was stunned, the woman had already let go of her hand and took half a step back.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with a hint of gardenia suddenly entered Yun Zheng's nose, causing her temples to twitch twice.

Yun Zheng's eyes accidentally swept across the woman's wrist. The cuffs slipped slightly, revealing a series of light scars.

It was like an old wound, winding and crisscrossing, as if it had been repeatedly scratched by something sharp.

Her heart suddenly sank.

That mark is a bit like self-harm at work

Yun Zheng's breathing paused slightly, and she subconsciously looked up into the woman's eyes.

Those almond-shaped eyes were still gentle, but now they seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see the emotions behind them.

"Are you... okay?" Yun Zheng asked softly, her gaze unconsciously falling back to her wrist.

The woman seemed to notice her gaze and quickly pulled down her sleeves to cover the scars.

"Zheng Zheng..." Yun Zheng wanted to say something when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.

She turned around and saw her mother-in-law running towards her anxiously with a thermos in her hand.

"Mom." Yun Zheng looked at her mother-in-law and called her softly.

Shen Lanshu trotted over to her side and nervously and carefully checked her up and down. "What happened just now? Did you fall?"

Yun Zheng shook her head gently. "Mom, I'm fine. I was just distracted and got bumped into, and I accidentally dropped all my medicine. Thanks to this lady..."

When she turned around, the woman was no longer behind her.

Yun Zheng's words came to an abrupt end, and at the end of the corridor, only the slightly shaking security door remained.

The lingering scent of gardenia in the air was diluted by the smell of disinfectant, as if the person who had just supported her had never appeared.

As the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law walked back, Yun Zheng couldn't help but look back. The overhead light in the direction of the pharmacy suddenly flickered, casting a long shadow in the corridor.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lanshu turned around in front of the elevator.

Yun Zheng shook her head, but at the moment the elevator door closed, she saw through the gap the corner of a gray skirt floating past the door of a clinic.

The dark pattern embroidered on the hem of the skirt was a white gardenia.

The elevator door slowly closed behind her, but Yun Zheng still couldn't help but look back.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator stopped at the VIP ward floor.

Chen Lanshu took out two exquisite food boxes from the thermal bag, and the fragrance of rosewood mixed with the aroma of food immediately spread in the small space.

"Mom specially made a cordyceps and fish maw soup," she said, her pearl earrings swaying gently as she spoke. "You've lost weight lately from taking care of Ling He."

As soon as the ward door was opened a crack, a loud "clang" was heard.

Fu Linghe was half-kneeling beside the bed, with the IV stand tilted beside him. Bruise had appeared around the indwelling needle on the back of his hand.

When he saw them come in, he quickly straightened the loose collar of his hospital gown, but his ears honestly turned red.

"Nonsense!" Shen Lanshu rushed over in two steps and slammed the lunch box onto the bedside table.

Yun Zheng saw her mother-in-law's well-maintained hands trembling, and the disinfectant had smeared a patch of nude nail polish on her nails. "What if the wound opens again?"

Fu Linghe let his mother pat his arm, but his eyes were glued to Yun Zheng.

The sunlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, casting tiny shadows under his eyelashes, like a large dog that had done something wrong.

Yun Zheng walked over with a deliberately stern face, her fingertips gently brushing the bruises on the back of his hand. "Didn't someone promise to wait for me?"

"18 minutes." Fu Linghe suddenly spoke, his Adam's apple moving.

He grabbed Yun Zheng's wrist and pressed it against his chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm. "You said three minutes? You were lying."

Shen Lanshu laughed out loud, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothed out.

She unscrewed the thermos, and the rich aroma of chicken soup immediately filled the room. "A twenty-seven-year-old is even more clingy than a seven-year-old."

Goji berries floated on the golden soup. She scooped up a spoonful and blew on it. "Drink some soup first, then eat."

"Mom, have you eaten?" Yun Zheng took the soup bowl, and the porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the bowl.

Fu Linghe drank soup from her hand, his warm breath brushing across her knuckles like a cat retracting its claws.

"I've already eaten, you two can just eat, don't worry about me." Shen Lanshu's eyes never left the couple.

Yun Zheng picked up a piece of steamed sea bass, carefully picked out the bones and put it to Fu Linghe's mouth.

He bit the tip of the chopsticks and refused to let go, with a cunning glint in his eyes.

Only when Yun Zheng glared at him did he slowly swallow it, and his tongue tip deliberately swept across her fingertips.

"If you keep making trouble, you can eat it yourself!" Yun Zheng pulled her hand back with a red face, but saw her mother-in-law lowering her head to organize the lunch boxes, pretending not to see their little actions.

"Try this." Chen Lanshu suddenly pushed over a plate of emerald green broccoli. "Mom specially braised it in abalone sauce."

She glanced between her son and daughter-in-law, then suddenly stood up. "I'll go ask the doctor about tomorrow's checkup."

"Mom, sit for a while..." Yun Zheng was about to persuade her to stay, but Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

His lips were pressed against her ear, and the hot breath from his mouth nearly made her knock over her bowl of soup. "You've been looking at the door. Are you waiting for someone?"

Yun Zheng's thoughts returned instantly, and she shook her head gently, "No."

Fu Linghe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"You're lying." His voice was low, his fingertips gently caressing her lips. "You've been absent-minded since you came back just now."

Yun Zheng opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.