Lin Xiwei is a woman who loves beauty.
Before she was imprisoned, she was gentle and beautiful, with a delicate face, especially her starry eyes, which were like a lake in spring, filled with sparkling aura, and her whole person exuded the gentleness and confidence of a lady.
But at this moment, Lin Xiwei's cheeks were sunken and her face was pale. Even the wrinkles on her face seemed to be eroded by the years and were deeply engraved on her face.
In fact, even the hands that once saved lives and healed the wounded are now thick and strong.
Extremely rough.
It's hard to imagine what she went through.
Tears welled up in Nan Yan's eyes, but the other nurse was still there, and she didn't dare to show any sadness at all.
Her hand calmly stroked her mother's head, and her once black and smooth hair became frizzy and dry.
Nan Yan was so distressed that she almost couldn't breathe, but in order to be able to take her mother away smoothly in the future, even though she was heartbroken at the moment, she could only endure it as much as she could.
"Xiao Lin, how is her condition?" the nurse on the side asked after packing her things.
Nan Yan forced down the pain in her heart, paused, and then said: "No problem has been found so far, but we need to pay attention to observation, and because the surgery here is not precise enough, and... my skills are not up to standard, she The nerves...I may not have connected them all, and in the future...her hand may have many problems."
"For a mentally ill patient, as long as it doesn't affect his normal life, it doesn't matter whether he can move his hands or not."
The little nurse didn't care at all, and even added: "Xiao Lin, let me tell you the truth, after most of the family members here send the patients here, they don't care at all whether they are well or not. They just want to ensure that this person does not die. ."
As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Xiwei lying on the bed with a disdainful look and said:
"Just like her, the only request of her family is that she should live well. As long as she does not destroy her fingerprints and does not die, we have fulfilled the family's request."
Ah……
When Nan Yan heard these cold words, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
So, is this how Gu Lang treats her mother?
The anger in her heart deepened, and her hatred for the Gu family almost overwhelmed her reason.
However, at this moment, the director walked in from outside.
His appearance suddenly brought Nan Yan back to her senses.
The sense of urgency and pressure just now came one after another.
The director glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Lin, you have nothing to do here. You can go. As for your help with the surgery today, I will earn a sum of money for you in two days. You know what to do."
Hearing this, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly rubbed his hands, and asked pretending to be nervous:
"Director, can I... still work here? I... have to pay the rent soon..."
The way she hesitated looked like a social animal who was troubled by life.
Sure enough, when the director heard this, his frown suddenly relaxed a lot.
He said solemnly: "You don't have to worry about this. As long as you don't talk nonsense, I won't expel you."
Nan Yan thanked him repeatedly and bowed several times before turning around and leaving.
At the same time, the big iron door behind him was slammed shut again.
Nan Yan turned her head and looked at the surveillance camera above, feeling infinite melancholy and resentment in her heart, washing over her heart like waves.
In the evening, after finishing everything, Nan Yan finally got off work.
She drove back to Lu's house in despair, and was about to pull the car over to the side of the road when she saw a familiar and beautiful figure walking towards her.
Song Yihuan was seen wearing a pale pink dress, and the emerald green bracelet on her wrist accompanied her movements of combing her hair, making her look even more noble.
She wore exquisite makeup, and her high-spirited look was not even half as haggard as a patient?
Nan Yan was already upset because of her mother's affairs. When she saw the swaggering Song Yihuan, she suddenly didn't have a good look on her face.
She glanced at Song Yihuan coldly with her beautiful eyes, and then she was about to turn around and leave.
But Song Yihuan stretched out his hand directly in front of her, as if on purpose.
The jade bracelet was very obvious on her wrist. Every time she glanced at it, Nan Yan's heart sank into a darker abyss.
She is really too sentimental.
Why was she so stupid as to think that Lu Huaijing bought this bracelet for her?
Even if there were hints in his words, they were just drawings. The funny thing was that Nan Yan really believed it.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan's tone was also very rude: "What's wrong with you?"
The smile on Song Yihuan's face became even bigger, and she said arrogantly: "Sister Nan Yan, it's been a long time since we last seen each other, but I think this may be the last time we see each other."
Nan Yan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Song Yihuan hugged her shoulders and said slowly: "What else can it mean? I came here today to bring a message to A Jing."
Nan Yan only found it funny and said sarcastically: "Whatever he wants to say, he can just come to me and say it directly. You don't need to bring the message."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
But Song Yihuan refused to give in. She followed Nan Yan and said sternly:
"Gu Nanyan, don't make a toast or eat as a penalty. I'm just here to help Ajing say something convenient for him. Are you leaving in such a hurry because you're afraid?"
Fear?
Nan Yan stopped, turned around, and sneered: "Afraid of you? Song Yihuan, you really think highly of yourself."
Song Yihuan was originally irritated by these words, but then she thought about it. She couldn't delay more important things just because of this trivial matter.
So, she finally said patiently: "Gu Nanyan, I don't want to stand on the street and talk to you. How about we sit down at the coffee shop next to us and talk?"
When Nan Yan heard this, he didn't give her any face at all. He just said coldly: "I don't have time to tell you. If you don't tell me, get out!"
The unceremonious words directly annoyed Song Yihuan.
She directly took out the divorce agreement and held it up in front of Nan Yan.
"Gu Nanyan, you asked for this!"
As Song Yihuan spoke, she pointed to Lu Huaijing's signature on the last page and said proudly: "Ajing asked me to help him tell you, divorce!"
It was just two short words, but it was enough to explode in Nan Yan's ears like thunder.
So, does he have to humiliate her in this way?
Nan Yan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. Thinking of his resolute refusal to divorce yesterday, she couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.
Yesterday I disagreed, but today I asked Song Yihuan to send me the divorce agreement.
He was really masterful in using this technique of killing people and killing people!
