Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qingyuan's urgent voice came from above his head, but Jian Zhinian seemed to hear nothing. Like a trapped beast, he used all his strength to resist and struggle free.

"Mu Qingyuan, don't touch me... This is a school..."

Jian Zhinian's strength grew stronger, but his voice grew weaker.

When Mu Qingyuan discovered the abnormality, the person in his arms had lost his glasses during the struggle. His eyes were filled with tears and fear. His body was shaking violently and he felt extremely helpless.

“Zhizhi, you…”

Mu Qingyuan's pupils trembled as he watched the person in his arms gradually fall limp...

When Jian Zhinian woke up, he found himself in the hospital. There was no one beside his bed, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could see the situation in the ward clearly, Mu Qingyuan came in with a thermos bucket.

He suddenly became nervous.

Mu Qingyuan sat down, thinking of what the doctor had said just now, and sighed softly, saying softly: "Zhizhi, don't be nervous, I was too anxious just now."

Jian Zhinian pursed his lips and said nothing.

Mu Qingyuan did not force him any further. He opened the thermos bucket, which contained millet porridge. He fed it to Jian Zhinian and said, "The doctor said that we should eat something easily digestible first."

Jian Zhinian turned his head away and said in protest: "I can do it myself."

He is not disabled, nor is he so sick that he cannot take care of himself and need to be fed.

Mu Qingyuan stepped back and said, "Your hand is receiving an IV, it's not convenient."

"I'll do it myself!" Jian Zhinian insisted.

Mu Qingyuan had no choice but to set the table and hand him the spoon. Fortunately, his left hand was receiving an IV drip, so he had no problem drinking porridge with his right hand.

But, don't give him any chance.

After Jian Zhinian finished eating, Mu Qingyuan cleaned up. Seeing that Jian Zhinian was not so resistant to his expression, he spoke softly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't make it on the seventh day. Something happened during this period and delayed me. If you blame me for this, I have nothing to say, but don't be hard on your body."

The test results just came out and it turned out that Jian Zhinian was malnourished and had symptoms of anemia.

Poor stomach is one of the reasons, but more of them are caused by irregular diet and excessive fatigue.

In addition to these main reasons, the reason for sudden fainting is also closely related to the excessive fluctuations in emotions.

Jian Zhinian closed his eyes, his heart as calm as water, his breath still a little weak, he said: "Mr. Mu, if you miss some things, your fate will end. You have your life, and I hope you won't disturb my peaceful days, okay?"

"Zhizhi, don't be so distant with me."

Every time he was called "Mr. Mu", it was like a knife stabbing his heart.

Jian Zhinian lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, I won't be estranged from you."

Mu Qingyuan was very pleased, but he heard Jian Zhinian's cold voice again -

"Mu Qingyuan, I made you wait for a whole day at the Academic Affairs Office, and now you've taken revenge on me. I waited for you for a whole day at the Civil Affairs Bureau, so we're even now, okay? Go away, and don't show up in my life again, I beg you."

Jian Zhinian's tone was calm, and he seemed neither sad nor happy.

When Mu Qingyuan heard Jian Zhinian's words, his breathing became a little disordered. He looked at Jian Zhinian quietly.

"Zhizhi, you said at the beginning that I would be your boyfriend and I had the right to break up. Even though I didn't come that day, I never said I wanted to break up."

There was nothing he could do but repeat the fact.

"Zhizhi, are you not going to keep your word and lie to me again?"

Facing Mu Qingyuan's questioning, Jian Zhinian bit his lip, his lips trembled slightly, and a hint of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

He said in a sad voice, "Mu Qingyuan, you are already engaged, don't go too far!"

This person is obviously about to get married, do you still expect him to be the third party?

"I'm not engaged, let alone married, Zhizhi, you can ignore me, but don't reject me from a thousand miles away, okay?"

Jian Zhinian was stunned, and his calm heart was slightly disturbed, but so what? He really didn't want to get entangled with Mu Qingyuan anymore.

Mu Qingyuan continued to explain: "I pushed you away that night because of a momentary delusion. Give me a chance to make amends? I don't care about your past. I just want to be with you."

That's why I sent him that message on New Year's Eve.

Jian Zhinian was confused. He had already explained everything so clearly, why did Mu Qingyuan still pester him?

"I don't want to hear this. I've let it go. Please go."

Jian Zhinian repeated helplessly, with endless sadness.

Mu Qingyuan knew Jian Zhinian's temper. This man would not say hurtful words to others, nor would he drive others away in a harsh manner. It's just that his attitude was already very clear.

"Okay, I'll go."

Jian Zhinian was stunned and looked at him.

Mu Qingyuan stood up, took out his phone, and said, "Before you leave, can you remove my phone number and WeChat from the blacklist?"

Jian Zhinian's face turned pale and he said, "Mu Qingyuan, what's the point of you wanting these? I don't want to have any contact with you!"

Mu Qingyuan sat down again, clicked on the QR code and placed it in front of Jian Zhinian, saying, "If you don't add me, I won't leave."

"You..." Jian Zhinian coughed.

"Don't worry." Mu Qingyuan patted his back with concern.

Jian Zhinian wanted to shake him off, but he couldn't.

After he calmed down, Mu Qingyuan gave in and said, "You can add me on WeChat first. Zhizhi, before I leave, please transfer the medical expenses I just paid to me..."

Jian Zhinian was depressed and had nothing to say for a while.

He took out his phone and said, "No need for WeChat. What's your bank account number? I'll transfer it to you now."

"The bank card number is so long, how can I remember it?"

Jian Zhinian sneered, made a phone call, and the other party answered the call quickly.

"Yuanwu, do you still have the bonus you received this morning? Well, bring it over to borrow. It's in Building 1 of the West City Hospital's inpatient department..."

Jian Zhinian made the call in front of him, so Mu Qingyuan certainly understood what this man meant.

His face darkened. He didn't expect that Jian Zhinian wouldn't mind involving a third person in their matter, and this third person was the doctoral student from last year.

"I don't accept cash. I only accept WeChat transfers." Mu Qingyuan emphasized stubbornly.

Jian Zhinian was not worried at all and said, "You can't refuse to accept cash anywhere. It's illegal to refuse to accept cash."

"For you, I can break this law. You can sue me! But before that, you have to send that guy back!"

Mu Qingyuan pointed at the phone he had placed in front of Jian Zhinian, and said in a pleading tone, "Zhizhi, add one more person. I'll leave after you add one, and I promise not to bother you in the future."

Jian Zhinian took a deep breath, opened WeChat and scanned it.

Mu Qingyuan took back his phone and finally saw a small red dot on the address book as he wished. He quickly checked it and quickly sent a love message.

Jian Zhinian pretended not to notice and just asked, "How much?"

"for free."

Jian Zhinian was too lazy to pay attention and directly transferred ten thousand yuan.

Mu Qingyuan refused to accept it.

Jian Zhinian couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "I don't want to have anything to do with you financially, so quickly take it and leave here."

Mu Qingyuan pretended not to hear. He said to Jian Zhinian solemnly, "Zhizhi, don't delete it anymore. I won't send you random messages."

Jian Zhinian had a headache and simply lay down.

Mu Qingyuan walked out of the ward and found a chair to sit down. Not long after, he saw the doctoral student jogging over and entering Jian Zhinian's ward...