The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Song Lishu tried to stand up with his arms, but was suddenly caught by the wrist. The woman looked at her with sharp eyes, as if she could see her inside and out.

I don't know why, under such fierce gaze, Song Lishu felt a guilty conscience inexplicably.

The woman stared at Song Lishu for a long time, then suddenly raised her cold eyebrows: "Your body is sick..."

Song Lishu was startled, but he didn't expect that after just a few glances, the woman could see her physical condition.

"Have you seen it in the hospital?" The woman asked, "Time is running out. Get treatment as soon as possible."

Song Lishu immediately withdrew his captured wrist, stood up laboriously, hurriedly said thank you, turned around and ran towards the door.

Getting into the car, Song Lishu was still in shock, clutching his chest and couldn't help coughing twice.

Who is that woman? A doctor? How could you see the strangeness of her body at a glance?

When she returned to Huo’s house, Song Lishu felt exhausted. Her body could not bear tossing. She fell on the bed, but she couldn’t sleep either. Her bones were aching, and she felt her body was sinking into the swamp a little bit. Soon... Soon. Will be completely obscured.

Song Lishu had no appetite for dinner. The sky outside the window was completely dark, and the room was completely dark. Song Lishu was lying on the bed, motionless, only his head was awake, soberly feeling how his body was corroded a little bit.

The phone on the bedside suddenly rang, the light flickered, and it was a bit dazzling. Song Lishu weakly raised a hand, picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was Nie Ziyu who called.

During this time, Nie Ziyu has been calling her, just to ask her to go to the hospital for chemotherapy, even if she does not have chemotherapy, she will have to go to the hospital for re-examination and continue to take medicine.

She didn't plan to be treated anymore. The re-examination and taking medicine was a waste, so she never went to the hospital again, and she shied away from Nie Ziyu again and again.

Song Lishu didn't answer Nie Ziyu's call. She folded her hand upside down, and the light on the screen instantly dimmed.

She thought about it, as if the one who was most sorry was Nie Ziyu, he had been actively trying to keep her alive, but she gave up.

Song Lishu didn’t know how she fell asleep, but she kept falling asleep repeatedly. She suddenly had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night, but she didn’t have the strength to move. She could only let herself burn all the time and always had nightmares. Waking up, and then being attacked by nightmares.

In the early morning, Song Lishu's consciousness was a little clearer. She dragged her weak body to sit up from the bed, her mouth was dry and her throat hurt badly, and the water glass at the bedside was empty.

She reached out to pick up the cup, got out of bed and put on her shoes, her body was limp and weak, and her legs were as heavy as lead.

Song Lishu walked out of the room step by step, holding a cup in one hand, and holding the railing in the other to go downstairs. As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw Huo Baiyuan sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

At this time in the past, Huo Baiyuan would go to the company after breakfast, and Song Lishu would not show up in a tacit understanding. She would not go downstairs until he left.

It's just that she was so burnt today that she forgot the time.

As if hearing the sound of footsteps, Huo Baiyuan raised his head and saw Song Lishu, his eyes cooled for a moment, and soon he looked away in disgust.

Song Lishu's scalp was numb, as soon as she saw Huo Baiyuan, she would remember that she was outside the door that day and heard how he planned her death.