After marrying an officer, she was spoiled by the group

Chapter 891: Wishful thinking failed

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Sister Lin was terrified.

Dean Zhao scolded in dissatisfaction: "Where did this ghost come from in broad daylight?"

Sister Lin quickly got up from the ground and looked at Fu Ling carefully, her face full of disbelief: "Fu Ling? So you're not dead? Wasn't your death reported three years ago? How could you still be alive?"

Fu Ling did not answer her, but looked at Dean Zhao.

"She is not Ling Ling, but Ling Ling's biological sister, named Xuanyuan Ling."

"Xuanyuan Ling? That's impossible. She looks exactly like Fu Ling. How can there be two people in the world who look so similar? It's impossible!" Sister Lin didn't believe what Dean Zhao said at all.

"That's the truth. Ling Ling's death was reported in the news before. How could it be false?"

“Knock knock knock!” There was a knock on the ward door: “Hello, takeaway!”

Fu Ling smiled and said to Dean Zhao, "Grandma Zhao, the takeout you ordered has arrived. Please eat something to fill your stomach first."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Dean Zhao accepted it happily, his face full of kindness towards Fu Ling.

Fu Ling opened the door to the ward, took the takeaway, and thanked the delivery boy.

It’s great! After three years, I can finally experience the joy of ordering takeout again.

After closing the ward door, Fu Ling went straight to the bedside without even looking at Sister Lin.

Place the wontons on the bedside table, then assemble the dining table hidden under the bed.

Dean Zhao watched her busying around quietly. She always had an illusion that the person in front of her was none other than Ling Ling, whom she had been thinking about day and night.

"Grandma Zhao, eat it while it's hot." Fu Ling opened the takeaway and put it on the table.

"Okay." Just as he was about to take the plastic spoon from Fu Ling's hand, he was stopped by Sister Lin.

"The dean is in poor health, how can he eat such greasy food?" He said as he was about to take the wontons away.

Fu Ling grabbed her hand with a cold expression and said, "Don't worry about this, Sister Lin."

"what do you mean?"

"Literally, Grandma Zhao is going to have dinner, you'd better go out."

Fu Ling gently took her aside, like a hen protecting her chicks, not letting Sister Lin get close to him.

Dean Zhao couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He took a spoon, scooped up a wonton, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"Mmm, it's delicious. I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time."

Ever since she fell ill, her appetite has been getting worse day by day.

At the beginning, he could still eat some food, but in the past two years, he can only drink some porridge. Even if he drinks it, he will probably vomit it all out in the end.

Sister Lin's eyes widened in disbelief. The old woman actually ate, and she didn't seem nauseous. How could this be possible? Didn't she used to get nauseous at the mere smell of fish? She even struggled to eat plain porridge, but now she could eat wontons, one at a time! It was like a dream. Could it be that the dean had recovered?

On second thought, it seemed unlikely. The hospital had issued several critical illness notices, and he was only breathing his last. How could they just say he was fine? If the director recovered, wouldn't her dream of rising to prominence be ruined?

Sister Lin's eyes were filled with resentment, and she even held a grudge against Fu Ling who was standing beside her.

Her previous illness had not been cured. Could it be that after seeing this woman who looked exactly like Fu Ling, her condition immediately improved? She hated her so much that she gritted her teeth.

Dean Zhao was really hungry. He finished a bowl of wontons without leaving even the soup, and even felt a little unsatisfied.

"Grandma Zhao, your spleen and stomach are still very weak. You can't eat too much at once. You can eat small meals frequently. I will order another portion for you later."

After he finished speaking, he added spiritual spring water into the cup while the two were not paying attention and handed it to Dean Zhao.

"Grandma Zhao, have a glass of water."

"Thank you!" Dean Zhao took the water and drank it.

I didn’t think this water was delicious just now, but now that my sense of taste has returned, I feel that this water is sweeter than any water I’ve drunk before.

Drink up the water in the cup.

Fu Ling took the empty cup and placed it on the table, then cleared the table from the bed.

"Dean, how can you eat anything you want? You are weak now. What if your condition gets worse?" Sister Lin said with feigned concern.

Dean Zhao glanced at her and replied calmly, "I already have one foot in the coffin. If I don't eat now, do I have to wait until I'm dead before eating?"

Sister Lin was choked and speechless for a moment.

"Okay, you can go back first. I will ask Sister Chen about what you said today. Don't worry, if the situation is true, I will not favor either side and will only handle it impartially."

Sister Liu panicked upon hearing this. Her words didn't hold up to scrutiny. "Well, Dean, I don't have any concrete evidence for this matter. Please keep it confidential for now. I'll confront Sister Chen once I find evidence."

Dean Zhao thought for a moment and nodded: "What you said makes sense, then let's do as you say."

Sister Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that things could not proceed, she quickly found an excuse to leave: "Dean, the hospital cannot do without you. I will go back first. I will come to see you tomorrow."

"No need to come over. The most important thing is that you take good care of the children. I'm fine here. Maybe I can be discharged in a few days."

Sister Lin kept cursing in her heart that Dean Zhao would die quickly so that he wouldn't be occupying the toilet without doing anything.

But his smile was particularly bright: "That's great. If the dean can recover, with you in charge of the academy, Sister Chen won't dare to act too presumptuously and will definitely restrain herself. It will be good news for the children."

Dean Zhao pretended not to hear and looked at Fu Ling lovingly: "Child, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it. I feel much better now. I can take care of myself."

Seeing that she was being ignored, Sister Lin turned around and left the ward angrily.

In order to vent his anger, he slammed the door of the ward when he left.

Dean Zhao's face turned as dark as ink when he saw this. This person would sooner or later become a nuisance if she stayed in the hospital. She was stupid and didn't even realize it, thinking she had a sure win. Little did she know that her every word and action was being watched by others.

Seeing that the person in the way had left, Fu Ling replied, "Grandma Zhao, I don't have anything to do these days, so I can come over and keep you company. But please keep the fact that I saved you a secret."

Dean Zhao was a little confused. Wasn't this a good thing? Why did he need to hide it? Unsure, he asked, "You saved me. It's a good thing. Why can't you tell others about it? Wouldn't your contribution be buried?"

"Grandma Zhao, the pill I gave you is very hard to make again. The medicinal ingredients required are extremely precious. If it gets out, it will probably cause a lot of trouble. If the family of a critically ill person also wants this medicine, trouble will arise one after another. To avoid this, the best way is to keep it secret."