He was already used to it; when his heart ached to the extreme, it would bleed.

...

When Dou Shiliu saw Gu Yaoli again, she was called back to the hospital by the hospital director to perform an operation.

I didn't expect it to be the president, but now he's lying in bed, pale-faced, with a few strands of white that look almost transparent.

His brow furrowed slightly; he was suffering from a mental illness.

Incurable

However, I still helped him replenish his depleted body.

The surgery was a complete success, and the first person Gu Yaoli looked at was Dou Shiliu.

"My clothing skills... I was wrong."

Gu Yaoli absentmindedly raised his hand and grabbed Dou Shiliu tightly, as if afraid she would run away.

Dou Shiliu broke each one apart expressionlessly.

Gu Yaoli suddenly came to his senses, as if from a dream, and the white coat indicated that he was in the hospital.

He swallowed slightly: "Excuse me, Miss Xiang."

"If you think about it any longer, you'll die."

Dou Shiliu calmly reminded the man, but he didn't seem to listen.

So she could only channel some spiritual energy into him every day. Why save him? Because he was living in the hospital that Yan Yang would inherit after his death, and a dignified president couldn't die here.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The man vomited blood every day. One day, when they were changing his bandages, he vomited a mouthful of blood onto Dou Shiliu's hand.

Dou Shiliu: "..."

Feeling cold, she tossed aside her belongings and grabbed Gu Yaoli by the collar.

"It's very painful?"

Gu Yaoli looked at Dou Shiliu, who was unusually close to him, and that face merged with the face in his memory.

He choked back tears, "Can I hug you...?"

Of course not.

Dou Shiliu knocked him unconscious.