Gu Ningyi curved his lips slightly, but there was no light in his dark eyes. He pressed his lips together, suppressing the heaviness in his heart, and said, "If you're well, I'm well; if you're not, I'm not."
If you're well, I'm well...
If you're not, I'm not...
Dong Xin Yan's heart trembled fiercely, a surge of overwhelming bitterness rapidly rose within her, almost swallowing her whole.
"So, Dong Xin Yan, you must take care of yourself."
That same domineering tone, that strong manner, but it made Dong Xin Yan abruptly cover her mouth with her hand, holding it tightly, afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would cry out loud.
Dong Xin Yan blinked forcefully, her head slightly raised, taking deep breaths to forcibly push back her tears.
"Okay, I will be fine. You should be too."
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Half an hour later, Secretary Lin brought Dr. Zhan to Cheng Ziyang's hospital room.
