"Damn old man... No, Mr. Hua, you are in big trouble."
Fifteen minutes later, the unconscious Zhao Mingyue was sent to the bedroom to recuperate. Hua Qingfeng took out his pulse, but Ye Fan stopped him and complained:
"Originally, I was still sixty percent sure of curing Mrs. Zhao's condition. But what you did today disrupted all my plans."
"If you ask me to pretend to be someone else, you can appease her for a while, but once she wakes up, her knot will be deeper and more desperate."
"It's true as she said, you can save her this time, but you can't save her next time."
"And next time, I can be sure that she will seek death more resolutely and covertly."
Ye Fan wiped the tears from his face: "You shouldn't have spoken during the water tower. You should have given me a slap in the face. Maybe I could wake her up."
He felt a little aggrieved. He was just a doctor who came to see a doctor, but it turned out to be a medicine.
It may seem simple to pretend to be someone else's son to save people, but if you are not careful, you will be held responsible to the end, and it is also an extremely cruel thing to explain to Zhao Mingyue who wakes up.
Hua Qingfeng did not respond, but looked at Mark with a playful smile.
"Ye Fan, you can't blame Mr. Hua for this."
"The situation was critical. If we don't stop her, my sister-in-law will jump off ten stories high. My sister-in-law is very skilled. If I don't let you pretend to be someone else, I really can't stop her."
Ye Ruge smiled and defended Mr. Hua: "And starting from today, I will send extra personnel to keep an eye on my sister-in-law and not give her any chance to seek death."
Ye Fan sighed softly: "There is nothing more sad than a heartbroken person, you can't guard against it."
"Now what?"
Hearing this, Ye Ruge's pretty face became a little sad: "Is there any way to break the knot in my sister-in-law's heart? Or give her a little more hope?"
If there is hope, it will be difficult to survive.
"When Madam wakes up later, I'll go see her and have a chat with her."
Ye Fan hesitated and said, "When necessary, I will use the 'Enlightenment' to dispel some of her pessimism."
He knew that Zhao Mingyue's heart disease was too difficult to cure, but he always had to do something after it came.
"Didn't you realize that Madam has a good impression of Mark?"
Hua Qingfeng, who had been silent all this time, smiled: "She just regarded Mark as her own child."
"This shows that her condition is extremely serious, and it also shows that Ye Fan can relieve her emotions."
"In my opinion, Ye Fan should stay in Baocheng for a few more days and wait until his wife's condition stabilizes or improves before going back."
Hua Qingfeng looked at Ye Fan with blazing eyes: "Ye Fan, a doctor is like a parent, stay here, don't worry, you are my wife's doctor now, no one will attack you again."
"Tsk, bad old man, was what I just said was in vain?"
Ye Fan looked at Hua Qingfeng with a depressed look:
"What's fake is fake. It can fool you for a while, but it won't last forever. My wife will even be more desperate when she wakes up later."
"The more hope you give her, the greater the disappointment will be when the bubble bursts."
"Her disease cannot be deceived in good faith."
"I can also conclude that the reason why she is so depressed is because she has endured too many vain hopes in the past 20 years."
When he contacted Zhao Mingyue at the water tower, he made a diagnosis and found that the woman's poor condition was caused by repeated disappointments.
It is estimated that in the past 20 years, a lot of news about missing children has emerged, such as the child is still alive, the child appears suspiciously, or children who look similar have been seen.
This gave Zhao Mingyue hope again and again, but in the end it failed time and time again, making her more and more desperate and making her unable to forget her child all these years.
This hope was like a hand opening a scar, making Zhao Mingyue bleed again and again, and finally became what she is now.
The best way and time to treat Zhao Mingyue is to inform her of her child's death more than 20 years ago and let her get through that hurdle in despair.
"Hope again and again, despair again and again. This pair of sisters-in-law is really cruel."
Ye Ruge said softly: "But the old lady is right. If you want to see a person alive or dead, you will see a corpse. No matter what, the Ye family's nephews will have the same outcome."
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped when he heard this: "It's a good idea, but it's just made Mrs. Ye suffer for more than 20 years."
"Things are already like this. There is no point in regretting. The top priority is to stabilize Ye Fan's condition."
Ye Ruge looked at Hua Qingfeng and said softly: "Mr. Hua, Ye Fan is right, you can't deceive your sister-in-law anymore."
"Before this year, I would definitely not have approved of deception. White lies would aggravate Mrs. Ye's condition."
Hua Qingfeng was calm and composed: "But Mrs. Ye is so ill today and has reached the abyss of despair. How bad can she be if she is given a life-saving straw?"
"She is determined to commit suicide, and she will never be able to prevent it next time."
"She has a good impression of Mark now. Even if she is in a daze, I think she should give her some hope."
"The condition is stabilized. Let's work together and overcome it bit by bit. Even if Mrs. Ye cannot recover, it will be better than the current situation."
"And do we have any other options now?"
"Psychiatrists at home and abroad are unable to do anything, and I can't be cured. Cihangzhai's treatment has not been effective for half a year..."
He sighed softly: "There is no other way to get Mark Ye close to Mrs. Ye."
Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, Ye Ruge was a little shaken. In the situation of his sister-in-law, he really could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor.
"Old man, although what you said makes sense, I don't think Mrs. Ye will get close to me."
"The reason why she hugged me and cried bitterly at the water tower just now was just due to excessive mental exhaustion. When she wakes up later, she will definitely kick me out as a fake."
Ye Fan looked at Hua Qingfeng sternly: "So it's not that I don't want to stay, but..."
Hua Qingfeng laughed and interrupted Ye Fan: "Just tell me whether you are willing to take this dose of medicine?"
Ye Fan was almost angry to death: "If Mrs. Ye really treats me as her son, I will stay in Baocheng for a few more days."
"Ye Fan, you can't leave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the room was opened, a gust of fragrant wind blew in, and Zhao Mingyue, who had regained consciousness, rushed over.
She hugged Ye Fan and shouted sadly:
"Mom will never let you leave me again."
Worried, frightened, frightened.
"lady……"
Ye Fan wanted to say something, but he was heartbroken.
He felt Zhao Mingyue's warmth and strength, and something deep in his heart was awakening.
His hand fell down at a loss, and he hugged Zhao Mingyue and said softly:
"Mom, don't worry, I won't leave you."
Seeing Zhao Mingyue in such pain, Ye Fan wanted to treat her condition and give her the luster of life again.
Hua Qingfeng smiled happily.
Ye Ruge also breathed a sigh of relief.
Twenty kilometers away, on the Champs Elysées, Ye Qingcheng stood in front of the ruins of the Red Dynasty Guild Hall, picking up an undamaged can of beer and opening it.
Wei Hongchao stood next to him, filled with hatred:
"I found out from a stewardess that it was Ye Fan who hit the plane with his plane."
"His uncle not only destroyed the properties of the Qin, Qi, Wei, and Han families, but also reduced my clubhouse, which cost me hundreds of millions, to ruins."
"You bastard, he did it on purpose. He had a grudge against us, so he took revenge."
He was filled with murderous intent: "When I find the opportunity, I must kill him."
Ye Qingcheng didn't make a sound, just wandering around drinking beer.
Wei Hongchao asked: "Master Ye, do you know where that bastard went?"
"Buzz——"
At this moment, Ye Jincheng's cell phone vibrated.
He put on his earbuds and listened for a moment, then showed a knowing smile.
Wei Hongchao next to him coughed when he saw this: "Master Ye, on such an unlucky day today, how can you still smile so happily?"
"She is dying. She is so insane that she recognizes her son at random."
Ye Qingcheng drank the rest of the beer in one gulp:
"It seems that I will be able to inherit the assets of the three-bedroom apartment in advance next month..."
