Chapter 1069 "Twenty Years Is Too Short!"

"The doctor said that with dialysis, many patients can live for more than 20 years." Huang Ling said with a smile.

"Aren't you still unsure? Huang Ling, don't be discouraged. It's just a suspicion, not necessarily true." Song Wuyou pursed his lips and said.

"Is it true or not? I really leave it to fate." Huang Ling looked at Song Wuyou: "Actually, if I really suffer from uremia, God will give me another twenty years of life, and I think that is enough."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Maupassant looked at her coldly with a gloomy handsome face: "Twenty years is too short!"

How old is she?

"If you live happily, twenty years will feel short. If you live unhappy, twenty years will be a kind of torture." Huang Ling said.

Maupassant looked at her sinisterly: "You can only be happy if you stay with me! Brother Ling, the results will be available in two hours. During these two hours, I won't allow you to talk nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm making psychological preparations." Huang Ling pouted: "If I said that I won't get it, I won't get it, and the result is the opposite, I will be deeply hit."

Maupassant and Song Wuyou were silent.

Huang Ling looked at Maupassant and asked quietly: "Brother Mo, if I really have uremia, will you dislike me?"

"Yes!" Maupassant said coldly.

When Huang Ling heard this, she looked like she was about to cry, "I'm so hurt, can't you answer more tactfully?"

"Won't!"

"I don't care. Whether you dislike it or not, you have to give me a breakup fee. If you suffer from this disease, the cost of treatment will be very high."

Maupassant looked at her indifferently: "We have never been in love together, why should we give you a breakup fee?"

"You..." Huang Ling was so angry that her eyes were so anxious that she pulled Song Wuyou's hand, feeling extremely wronged, "Wuyou, look at this black-hearted man!"

"Huang Ling, can't you tell that Maupassant is worried about you and cares about you?"

"He dislikes me. He kissed me in the pasture. He even wanted to lie on the same bed with me while he was in the hospital. Now he says he has never been in love. He is such a dark-hearted man!"

"Huh huh..." Maupassant snorted coldly.

"That's a sign of the elder brother's love for his younger brother. It's not considered love." Song Wuyou murmured.

"Okay, even you are on Maupassant's side. It turns out that you have no filial son in bed for a long time. I hate you, huh!"

Upon hearing this, Maupassant's gloomy eyes softened.

If he hadn't been worried that Huang Ling was really suffering from uremia, Song Wuyou would have laughed when he heard this.

She looked at Huang Ling helplessly: "Your illness has not yet been determined. How can you not have a filial son in bed for a long time? Also, Maupassant is your boyfriend at most, not a filial son."

When Huang Ling heard this, she was a little embarrassed.

She glared at Maupassant fiercely, "What a brother Mo!"

Maupassant looked at her with a stern face, his eyes as deep as the sea, and his tight thin lips, revealing his worry and nervousness.

The atmosphere in the ward also had a solemn air current.

Maupassant's eyes fell on Huang Ling's face for an instant.

Huang Ling's heart ached when he looked at her.

She looked sad and scared. If she really suffered from uremia, wouldn't that mean she knew her own death date?

Even if she has twenty years to live, she and Brother Mo can only get along for twenty years.

Twenty years later, they haven’t grown old yet——

The two torturous hours finally passed, and Huang Ling’s results came out!