Chapter 1397: Chapter 1397: Jiang Biyun Returns Home 12

“Enough!” Lin Deng suddenly growled, “Mom, don’t beg her. Even if I, Lin Deng, am disabled, I don’t want anyone’s pity! I am ruined, I cannot compare to her Tang Xiao, I am not worthy of her. For my whole life, even if I’m waiting alone for death, I don’t want anyone’s sympathy. Mom, don’t demean yourself, and don’t force her!”

“Biyun, you should leave. In the future, don’t come to see me. You be the blissfully happy bride-to-be, Tang Xiao will make you happy.” After Lin Deng finished speaking, he closed his eyes and lay there motionless.

“Xiaodeng~” Lin’s mother staggered on the verge of collapse.

“Lin Deng.” Jiang Biyun bit her lip, looking at Lin Deng, who was no longer willing to open his eyes, and cried out, “Lin Deng, you coward!” Then, with tears, she turned and ran out of the ward.

He Zhilan hurriedly pulled He Teng to chase after her. Her health was weak, so she couldn’t run fast. She told He Teng to go ahead and catch up with Jiang Biyun, not to worry about her. Outside the hospital, it was crowded with cars, bumping into people wasn’t serious, but getting hit by a car would be terrible.

He Teng asked a nurse at the hospital to help watch He Zhilan, then sprinted forward to chase after her. Standing still, out of breath, He Zhilan was also blaming Lin Deng’s mother in her heart; in concern, she was panicking, in concern, she was panicking. She even vaguely suspected whether Lin Deng’s mother genuinely wanted to beg Jiang Biyun to stay or deliberately provoked Lin Deng to drive Jiang Biyun away.

He Zhilan sighed and was just about to walk out when suddenly, not far from behind, the ward resounded with Lin Deng’s mother crying out for a doctor. Her cries were accompanied by loud bangs coming from the ward, sounding like something had been knocked over.

Immediately, a nurse ran out of Lin Deng’s ward anxiously and said to the doctor who was coming towards her, “Lin Deng removed all the medical devices from his body and also pulled out the IV drip. Everything in the ward was smashed all over the place.”

“Is he courting death?” The doctor frowned, running past in front of He Zhilan.

He Zhilan was stunned for a moment before following the doctor to Lin Deng’s ward. Standing at the doorway, she saw that indeed, everything inside was in chaos.

After the doctor went in, he immediately called several other doctors to directly hold Lin Deng down on the bed and gave him an injection, only then did Lin Deng gradually calm down.

This scene felt extremely familiar to He Zhilan.

She understood how much hatred there must be in the heart to become so out of control, and how much despair there must be to disregard life and death.

Jiang Biyun left, seeing him in so much pain, but why didn’t he hold onto her when she was there?

Recalling Jiang Biyun’s tearful cry before she ran away, coward, He Zhilan shook her head, sighed, and turned to leave the ward.

He Zhilan met He Da at the hospital entrance, who came to pick her up. Seeing a nurse accompanying her, He Da finally breathed a sigh of relief, “The older you get, the less obedient you are. Didn’t I tell you to stay home, yet you ran out again, always worrying someone.”

He Zhilan stuck out her tongue, thanked the nurse accompanying her, and followed He Da home.

“Brother, where’s Jiang Biyun?” He Zhilan saw He Teng waiting downstairs.

“At home.” He Teng replied.

Only then did He Zhilan breathe a sigh of relief, “After you all left, Lin Deng lost control in the ward, smashed everything, and pulled out the IV drip, scared his mother and several nurses. He looked very pained. When the doctor gave him a sedative, he struggled quite a bit. If I wasn’t mistaken, he seemed to be crying.”