He lay crookedly on the bed, his left hand tightly gripping his abdomen, his lips turning pale, beads of sweat forming layer after layer on his forehead.

If Zhuang Ling didn't leave now, he might embarrass himself in front of him. But today, Zhuang Ling seemed to have gone crazy. Not only did he stay in the ward stubbornly, but he also said some inexplicable words that made his stomach tighten in waves.

He initially had neurogenic gastritis, but it was exacerbated by irregular eating habits and excessive drinking, which caused spasms and ulcers. Therefore, whenever his emotions fluctuated, he was particularly prone to illness, especially that kind of pain, as if carved into his bones, almost tearing him apart. Thanks to his strong self-control, otherwise he would probably be unable to endure it without crying out.

Zhuang Ling on this side noticed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and finally felt that something was wrong. He asked tentatively, "Shu Boheng! What's wrong with you? Are you in pain again?"

"Go!"

Shu Boheng!

"Go!"

Ignoring Shu Boheng's impending murderous gaze, Zhuang Ling bravely sat back on the bed, under pressure, reaching out to embrace him. With one hand slowly circling his abdomen. However, due to his lack of experience, Zhuang Ling's touch was neither light nor heavy. This caused Shu Boheng to involuntarily grunt with discomfort, his complexion even paler than before. This frightened Zhuang Ling, causing him to dare not move any further.

"Shu... Shu Boheng, are you okay?"

At that moment, Zhou Cheng burst in and his face turned angry when he saw the scene. He rushed forward, pushing aside Zhuang Ling, and pulled Shu Boheng into his arms. With one hand gently moving in a clockwise circle on Shu Boheng's abdomen, Zhou Cheng skillfully took out a portable needle and injected it into Shu Boheng's arm. After a while, Shu Boheng's breathing gradually eased, his body no longer tense, and he opened his eyes.

"Ah Cheng."

"Zhuang Ling, you see, this is what you wanted."

"I......"

Before, Boheng did some things that hurt you, but it was because he loved you too much. Now he has repaid it with his health, what else do you want? Why can't you let him go?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhuang Ling couldn't help but think of the phrase "I will feel heartache" that he had said at Shu Boheng's funeral in his previous life when he saw Zhou Cheng.

Zhuang Ling, oh Zhuang Ling, even a helper would feel sorry for everything he has done, feeling that it is not worth it. You have been entangled with him for over ten years, spending most of your time together day and night. Have you really been blinded by pig lard? Can't you see the sacrifices he has made for you? Can't you see how many nights and days he sat on the bed, clutching his stomach, trembling hands as he unscrewed the bottle cap, pouring the whole bottle of medicine into his mouth without even looking at it?

At that time, how much pain must he have been in to resort to such self-inflicting methods to alleviate it? Especially considering that later on, he developed left heart failure due to excessive exhaustion and long-term suppression, often waking up suddenly in the middle of the night struggling to breathe.

But what about the person I was back then?

Standing by the bed, Leng Yan watched him have an attack, feeling an unexpected sense of satisfaction. There was even one time when she watched him collapse on the bed, unconscious, with a glaring red stain on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he thought of this, a sharp pain shot through his heart. He glanced at Shu Boheng's ashen face and felt that it mirrored his previous life.

"Bo Heng!"

He wanted to get closer, but Zhou Cheng stopped him with a push. "What do you want?"

"Zhou Cheng, it's none of your business. Bo Heng, whether you believe it or not, I sincerely came here today to apologize to you. I apologize for what happened a few days ago, and for everything I've done in the past. I know you probably won't forgive me right now, and you might even think I'm up to some tricks again. But it's okay, I will come and take care of you every day from now on."

After saying these words, he walked out.