After marrying an officer, she was spoiled by the group

Chapter 892: Angry to death without paying for your life

Dean Zhao suddenly felt that it made sense, and he also considered that if something went wrong with him later, if someone shifted the blame to Xuanyuan Ling, wouldn't that cause trouble for others?

Thinking of this, without Fu Ling's further analysis, she immediately agreed: "Good child, you are right. People are treacherous. It is always right to be more careful in everything. You will never tell anyone about saving me."

"Grandma Zhao, do you want to take a break?"

"No, I've been in a daze for three years, and I've never been clearer than I am today. This is all thanks to you. Grandma doesn't know how to thank you enough."

"It's a bit awkward for you to say that. I should be the one thanking you."

Just then the door of the ward was pushed open, and a nurse came in pushing a small cart with several bottles of medicine on it.

"Hey, Ms. Zhao, why are you up?" The nurse looked at Director Zhao in surprise.

"Nurse, I seem to be feeling much better. Can I stop taking this medicine?"

This is impossible. He is clearly bedridden and his funeral is just a few days away. How could he be fine?

But the other person's face looked much better. The nurse didn't dare to delay. She needed to find a doctor to check on the patient: "Ms. Zhao, please wait a moment. I'll find Doctor Hu to take a look."

"Okay, thank you for your help!" Dean Zhao kept a friendly smile throughout the whole process.

The nurse dropped the cart and hurried to find the doctor.

Dean Zhao looked at Fu Ling lovingly: "It seems that even the nurses find it incredible. My child, your medical skills far surpass your sister's. If Ling Ling knew that she had such an outstanding sister, she would be so happy."

As he thought about it, Dean Zhao burst into tears again.

Fu Ling used a tissue to help her wipe it with a distressed look on her face. "Grandma Zhao, it's been three years since the incident. It's time to move on. I believe there's a connection between us. Otherwise, how could I have found my long-lost sister and saved you by chance? I believe this was all arranged by my sister. She definitely doesn't want anything to happen to you."

Dean Zhao burst into tears, clutching Fu Ling's hand, unwilling to let go. "That child has been smart and clever since she was young. She and another good sister were the two most promising children in the orphanage. It's a pity that she was so young and had an accident. If possible, I really hope that it will be me who gets hurt, in exchange for their safety."

Fu Ling's heart ached after hearing this. She quickly comforted her, "Grandma Zhao, please don't say that. This is fate. Maybe they are living well in another world now. All you have to do now is take good care of yourself. Don't forget, there are still a group of lovely children in the orphanage waiting for you to return."

When the orphanage was mentioned, hope immediately appeared in Director Zhao's eyes.

Yes, if she was not here, what would happen if the orphanage became a mess?

She could never feel at ease handing it over to someone else.

Fu Ling helped her wipe away her tears: "Okay, don't cry anymore. What if the doctor comes in and sees you crying and thinks I'm bullying you?"

Dean Zhao was so amused that he cried and laughed at the same time: "Your personality is similar to your sister's. We are indeed sisters. Even though she looks aloof on the outside, she loves to find ways to make me happy. She is simply a happy person."

"It's because we are sisters, Grandma Zhao. As I said before, I will continue to do what my sister wants to do. I will definitely take good care of you and the orphanage. I believe the children's conditions will get better and better in the future."

Dean Zhao was deeply moved by Fu Ling's words and held her hand tightly. This time, she did not refuse, her eyes full of gratitude: "Child, on behalf of the children in the hospital, thank you."

After checking the time, Fu Ling said to Dean Zhao, "Grandma Zhao, the doctor is almost here. I'll leave first, or you'll catch me asking questions. I'll come see you later."

"Okay, go ahead." His eyes were full of reluctance, and he always had a feeling of regaining what he had lost.

After leaving the ward, Fu Ling sighed softly.

Sorry, Grandma Zhao, the rebirth is too bizarre, she can only keep this secret in her heart forever.

Shortly after Fu Ling left, several doctors rushed to the ward.

After a quick check on Director Zhao's condition, everyone felt incredible. In order to further ensure the patient's health, a series of examinations were conducted. All indicators proved that Director Zhao's body had not only recovered, but his organs were also slowly repairing. He did not look like a man in his sixties at all.

The effect of the Stretching Legs and Staring Eyes Pills had long been absorbed, and no trace of it could be found on Dean Zhao's body. In the end, it could only be judged as a medical miracle and the case was dropped.

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Inside the boundary bead.

Fu Ling calmly looked at the man lying dead on the ground: "Don't play dead, I know you're awake."

Zheng Junhui cursed Fu Ling in his heart, but he didn't dare show any dissatisfaction on his face: "What do you want? Killing is against the law."

"Come on! You know it's against the law, so why are you still trying to kill me? Do you think you can avoid legal consequences by resorting to violence? It's because of keyboard warriors like you that this world is filled with such a foul mess!"

Zheng Junhui was emotionally broken. He lay on the ground, unable to move, and could only yell at Fu Ling: "What on earth do you want? Not only did you destroy my novel, but now you want to destroy me too?"

Fu Ling sneered, "You've brought this upon yourselves. No one is free from worry. If you hadn't stood up against me, would we be in this situation today? Besides, the life you lived before, was that even a life? You've turned a good home into a garbage dump. Your life is as unsuccessful as you are."

Every word hits the nail on the head.

Zheng Junhui stubbornly said, "That's my business, what does it have to do with you?"

Bitch, bitch! As long as I can get out of here alive, I will never let her go!

I thought about it for a whole day and night but still couldn't figure out how Fu Ling got out of the world of novels.

"Fu Ling! How did you get out of the novel? Why is there no mention of your secret in the novel?" If he doesn't understand clearly, he will definitely die with regrets.

Zheng Junhui regretted it immensely. If he had known this would happen, he should have killed Fu Ling in the book earlier, thus preventing the tragedy that happened today.

"You wrote this novel, and you're asking me this? Isn't that a little ridiculous?"

"Cough! You!" Zheng Junhui was caught off guard and was immediately out of breath. He coughed until his face turned red and his neck became thick.

"Take it easy. If you die like this, don't blame me."

Zheng Junhui felt like he was about to die, and his internal organs began to ache from coughing.