The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the afternoon, Mu Chenbi finally awoke from his coma. He slowly opened his eyes, his dilated pupils, after a long time, he focused a little and became clear.

Ye Jiao stood up excitedly by the bed, and leaned over to ask: "Are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

After a high fever, Mu Chenbi lost a lot of weight. He moved his groggy head, opened his lips, but his dry throat could not make a sound.

"You drink a little water first."

Ye Jiao put the cup on Mu Chenbi's lips, Mu Chenbi drank a little warm water, and finally made a hoarse sound from his throat.

"How long have I... been in a coma."

Ye Jiao replied: "You burned for two days and two nights, but the infection was caused by a torn wound. It took so long because you resisted taking medicine, and..."

Ye Jiao's voice suddenly stopped.

Mu Chenbi looked at her with questioning eyes.

Ye Jiao bit her scalp and said, "You also called Yunci's name for two days and two nights."

Mu Chenbi's eyes shook, and his long eyelashes were slowly lowered, and the strange expression in the bottom of his eyes was restrained.

"I know, you want her to come and see you, so I went to her."

Mu Chenbi suddenly raised his eyes again and looked at Ye Jiao, as if he was expecting something.

What is he expecting? I hope that Ye Jiao will really bring A Ci, and I hope that A Ci will really be willing to come and see him, and expect that when he is in a coma, A Ci will stand by the hospital bed.

"She refuses to come over!" Ye Jiao said angrily, "She said it was none of her business, and even said that if she comes over, I will pay you a few more dollars!"

Mu Chenbi's expression froze, and the light in his eyes seemed to be extinguished in an instant, leaving only a gray area. He was stunned for a moment, then gently pulled the corners of his lips, and smiled like self-deprecating.

What can he expect? This was originally expected.

"Do you understand now? You can't warm her heart at all, she just wants you to die!" Ye Jiao said emotionally, "As long as you are anybody, you will come over to see you, and I won't say anything. Such words!"

"Enough." Mu Chenbi frowned irritably, and said coldly: "Go out and want to be quiet."

Ye Jiao wanted to continue talking, but looking at Mu Chenbi's frail appearance, she finally didn't say anything, turned around, and walked out of the ward with one step at a time.

In the evening, a ray of Xiahui irradiated into the ward.

Mu Chenbi sat leaning on the hospital bed. Fortunately, Dean was standing by, looking at him incredulously.

"What? You... Are you leaving the hospital?!"

Knowing that Mu Chenbi had regained consciousness, fortunately, the dean got away from official duties and came to the ward to visit Mu Chenbi, but he did not expect that Mu Chenbi would ask for discharge.

Mu Chenbi looked at Dean Xing calmly, and said: "I have been lying here for a month, long enough."

"That's because your injury is too serious, the wound has not completely healed, and the infection caused a high fever in the first two days. You have not completely escaped the danger. This situation is not suitable for discharge." Director Xing persuaded.

Mu Chenbi has no patience anymore: "You don't need to worry about this, just go through the discharge procedures for me."

"This…"

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Ye Jiao rushed in, staring at her eyes wide and surprised: "You want to leave the hospital?!"

Mu Chenbi didn't look at Ye Jiao, and Dean Chao Xing ordered: "Just do what I said, you go out first."

Fortunately, the dean didn't want to say anything, and turned and left the room.

Ye Jiao rushed to the bed and asked in disbelief, "Why are you leaving the hospital?!"