I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night!

It wasn't until Lin Shiming disappeared that Fu Sinian looked away, took out his phone and sent Bai Jianshen a message.

Bai Jianshen looked at the information on the phone.

Want a place where you can relax?

"There is such a place in the hospital?" Bai Jianshen looked suspicious.

It's true that the director of this hospital is his friend, but...

Fu Shao! I'm just a doctor, and I'm not a bastard in the wishing well.

Although Bai Jianshen's brows were wrinkled with lines of Sichuan characters, he still made the arrangements.

Half an hour later, Fu Sinian led Shi Qian to the rooftop of her building.

Shi Qian stared at the table and two chairs on the rooftop in a daze.

Aren't the hospital rooftops locked? Why are there tables and chairs here? There was also a breathing lamp on the table, which flickered on and off.

Under the illumination of the night sky, the lights look so dreamy.

Moreover, you can see the landmark buildings of Jinyang City at a glance.

Under the embellishment of lights, high-rise buildings are like entering a virtual 8D world.

"This hospital still has these?" Shi Qian picked up the breathing light on the table and asked Fu Sinian in surprise.

"Of course not, it's because I'm here." Fu Sinian said without any modesty.

Only then did Shi Qian understand.

It turned out that he arranged it.

"I didn't expect you to be quite romantic."

Fu Sinian: ...

In fact, these things should be prepared by Bai Jianshen himself.

The message he sent only said that he wanted a place...

In the next second, he stepped forward and put his arms around Shi Qian's shoulders.

"Like it?"

"I like it." Shi Qian nodded, "I like this hard work."

Fu Sinian: ...

Fortunately, she said the last sentence, otherwise, he might have asked Chen Song to place an order for lamps!

"Is he the one who sent the surimi soup today?" Shi Qian asked suddenly.

"yes."

"He knows that Lin Qinghe is not his own. Now, he wants to treat me the other way around. Does he really think that just saying sorry can kill everything?"

"Of course not." Fu Sinian shook his head negatively.

"Belated affection is cheaper than grass." Shi Qian snorted lightly.

"Lin Shiming has advanced gastric cancer, and he may only live for half a year at most." Fu Sinian still told Shi Qian about it.

Because, he felt, she had the right to know.

"Advanced gastric cancer?" Shi Qian looked surprised, and then she showed a slight smile, and her eyes turned red when she smiled, "You know, after my mother got sick, she spent all our savings. After thinking about it, what did he say when I went to find him?"

"He said, your mother was so stubborn back then, she left the house, and now she has the face to come back and beg me? Is she going to die? When she dies, I will prepare a cemetery for her. It's our husband and wife!"

"That's what he said, word for word! A human's body temperature is thirty-seven degrees. Why can he say such cold words from his mouth?"

Shi Qian still couldn't hold back, and burst into tears.

Fu Sinian held her tightly in his arms, "I know you're feeling uncomfortable, let it out, you can tell me whatever you want, and I'll do it with you, don't hold it in your heart, let yourself be suffocated .”

"I hate him! I hate him to death!" Shi Qian cried.

In Fu Sinian's view, she was like a helpless little animal at this moment.

Weeping, whining.

Tired of crying, Shi Qian leaned on Fu Sinian's shoulder without saying a word.

The two sat side by side, watching the night scene in the distance.

Fu Sinian was a little worried.