Chapter 976: Concession (1)

He recognized that it was the pillbox she took downstairs in his apartment.
The words on the pill box are very long, not the afterthought he thought.
Han Zhihui didn't know the medicine. He didn't know the name on the pill box and what he treated.
He thought she was uncomfortable recently, picked up the pill box, and looked at the simple instructions printed on the back.
When he scanned the line of text, he found the key point: depression.
This is... antidepressant drugs?
Han Zhihui's brain was blank for a moment. He stared at the words on the pill box and looked at it unconsciously for a while. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at it. It was not too late to sleep in bed.
She...is suffering from depression and is taking medicine all the time?
How long? Mild depression or severe depression?
Han Zhi squeezed the fingertips of the pill box, following these thoughts, flashing through his brain, he couldn't help but slowly increase his strength.
No wonder, when he saw her recently, she would stare at a place from time to time, as if she had no soul, and she didn't look back for a long time.
He thought that she was thinking about something, and now it seems that she is in a daze not what he thought.
He remembered that she used to be very quiet, but it was that kind of quiet silence, but now her silence tends to be more lifeless.
He thought that she had a baby and her personality changed a bit. Unexpectedly, it was depression...
"Han Han... Han Han..." There was a very slight voice suddenly in the silent ward.
Han Zhi returned to his eyes and looked intently, seeing the corner of Cheng Weiwan's eyes, tears came out.
"Hanhan...Hanhan..." She turned her mouth over and over, only muttering these two words.
Her tears flowed more and more. At the end, she was in a coma, crying very quietly.
"Hanhan, you can't leave your mother...hanhan..." She cried for a while, and then suddenly broke into words again.
"... Hanhan, you can't leave your mother, they all left her mother...you can't leave your mother anymore...hanhan...the mother is only you..."
Speaking of her, she was so sad that she really wanted to cry, but even in a comatose dream, she still couldn't cry out wantonly.
Han Zhihui looked at the struggling Cheng before it was too late. His throat seemed to be blocked by something.
He didn't know how long it had passed, and when he had eased from the pain, she was quiet, her eyelashes were wet, and tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes.
The liquid in the infusion bottle has bottomed out.
Han Zhihui swallowed a spit, put the pill box back in the bag not too late, then leaned over and pressed the call bell on the bedside table.
The nurse quickly hurried over and helped Cheng Cheng withdraw the needle too late.
After the nurse left, Han Zhihui stood beside the bed for a little while, turned and walked out of the ward, and left the hospital.
It was late at night, Han Zhihui stood on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, made a few phone calls from friends who had just been harassed by himself. After hanging up, he lit another cigarette. Squeeze out cigarette butts, get in the car, and go home.
The next morning, Han Zhihui got up early in the morning.
The butler prepared breakfast, saw him go downstairs, and immediately opened the dining chair for him.
After sitting down, Han Zhihui reached out and took a bowl of porridge handed over by the housekeeper. After drinking two sips, he seemed to remember something and stopped.