Chapter 100

She was trembling all over and her eyes were filled with tears.

Shen Jinghan's tall body stiffened, hatred welling up in his heart. He grabbed her tear-stained face and said in a hoarse voice, "What if what I said is not enough?"

If he was in hell, how could he bear to let her go? They would be entangled in hell for generations to come and would never be free in this life.

Lin Ran felt disheartened and leaned weakly against the cold door, laughing softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Jinghan's face changed, and he grabbed her slender wrist uneasily. He was shocked to find that she was too thin and his wrist seemed to break if bent.

These days after returning to Shenyuan, she was still so thin, so weak, and her face was always pale, like a sick butterfly with broken wings, wanting to fly but unable to do so.

Lin Ran laughed softly and said lazily, "Nothing, I just think life is ridiculous. If there's nothing else, I'll go downstairs first."

She was abandoned by her biological mother at birth, and later by the people she loved. The only person who loved her, her grandmother, passed away early. Even if she wanted nothing, she was still trapped here and could not be freed.

Isn’t it ridiculous?

She reached out and pushed him, but he didn't move at all.

Shen Jinghan's handsome face was gloomy. He touched her cold cheek with his big hands with some trembling, picked her up by the waist, and walked straight towards the bedroom.

Lin Ran didn't even have the strength to struggle. She nestled in his arms, closed her eyes uncomfortably, felt dizzy and wanted to vomit, but couldn't vomit anything.

In a daze, she felt herself being placed on a soft big bed. She bent over and retched, struggling to get out of bed, but was forced back down by the man.

Shen Jinghan's face was a little pale. He hugged her trembling body and said in a hoarse voice: "The doctor will be here soon."

He called Yanci.

When Yanci arrived, the housekeeper was already waiting at the door and whispered, "The eldest young master is in a bad mood, Master Yan, please help to comfort him."

His words almost fell flat on his face. The last time he came to Chen Garden, the housekeeper seemed to have said the same thing.

It was strange that Shen Jinghan was in a good mood since he lived in the manor where his mother died.

But in recent years, he has properties all over the world, but he doesn't live in any of them. He stays in hotels when he's on business trips, and stays in Chenyuan when he comes back. He is definitely a masochist, or even a crazy person.

"Butler, who is sick?" he asked gossipingly.

The butler nodded.

Yanci snapped his fingers fiercely, and he could guess what he meant with his toes.

Shen Jinghan is such a patient person. If he wasn't seriously ill, he wouldn't have gone to the doctor. By the time he called him, the ambulance had already arrived.

The delicate little beauty must be ill.

When Yanci went up to the third floor, he saw the man sitting on the big black bed, half holding the adopted daughter of the Shen family. His face was pale, his expression was cold, and his brows were furrowed into knots.

"hurry up."

Yanci walked into the bedroom resignedly and asked, "What's going on?"

Shen Jinghan's voice was hoarse: "I don't know. She was talking fine, but suddenly she felt cold all over, and kept retching and wanting to vomit, but couldn't vomit anything."

Yanci looked at the little beauty in his arms, and seeing that he had covered her tightly, he immediately said with conviction: "Why don't you let her go and let me take her pulse? Can't you choose between Chinese and Western medicine?"

Rhetoric is a complex subject that involves both Chinese and Western medicine, and aims to tackle difficult and complicated diseases.

Shen Jinghan hugged her tighter, his voice becoming more hoarse: “Let her go, she will feel uncomfortable and retching, and you can take her pulse like this.”

Yanci walked to the other side of the bed and saw Lin Ran's pale face. She was curled up in Shen Jinghan's arms, shaking uncontrollably. He frowned immediately.

The situation seems to be serious.