The housekeeper shook his head, not understanding why she asked?!

"Then call the locksmith company, let me come and change the lock, I'll move to the guest room today, and you can clean up Mo Lu's things." ”

The housekeeper suspected that she had misheard, and she stammered for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses: "Move, move to the guest room, why are you ...... young grandma?"

In addition to the clothes, there were also her skin care products on the dressing table, Rong Qian packed them in the bag, and she made an excuse randomly: "It's easier to move over there to study, don't ask, go clean up!"

The housekeeper doesn't ask, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Mo Zun treated her like that yesterday, he didn't take her seriously, all the embarrassment was shown in front of outsiders, maybe when people were humble to the extreme, they couldn't take care of their dignity or anything!

The housekeeper left, Rong Qian packed up her things, and she stood there and looked around.

It doesn't matter, even if Mo Zun steps her into the dust and doesn't do anything wrong with her, she will love herself well and work hard.

Her main thing to do now is to study, her life has just begun, and there are so many beautiful scenery waiting for her to experience for the rest of her life. These...... It's all just temporary, the one-year period flies by in the blink of an eye, soon!

The housekeeper's speed was very fast, and someone from the lockpicking company came to change the lock, and the housekeeper had already packed up Mo Lu's things.

Three whole boxes were placed in the hallway, and the housekeeper was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

After Rong Qian took her things in, she came out to see her, and she said softly: "Move down, I'll tell Mo Lu." ”

The housekeeper subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Lu Shao is the younger brother of Mr., and Mr.'s temper is something that no one in the entire Nanjiang dares to disobey, she is really afraid that she will move the second young thing on her own initiative, and then Mr.'s anger is not something that she, a servant, can afford!

After Rong Qian had breakfast, because she was worried about Mrs. Li in the hospital, she didn't dare to delay more, so she hurriedly asked the driver to take her to the hospital.

When I came to the ward, I heard the nurse talk about the person who had already entered the operating room.

She turned around and went to the ninth floor.

Mo Zun and Mo Lu took over, their authority was unprovoked, and the doctors invited were all top experts in this hospital, just for Mrs. Li to do a small appendicitis operation!

And even if it is such an exaggeration, no one dares to say half a word.

This is the coercion of money power, and no one can refuse it!

Rong Qian came to the ninth floor, turned several corners, and only saw a few people waiting at the door of the operating room at the end of the corridor from a distance.

Except for Mo Zun Mo Lu, there were two people who didn't know each other, but they were dressed in black suits and tall heads, and they only felt a flowing solemn atmosphere, condensing a whirlpool at the door of the operation.

Rong Qian raised his feet and walked over, and the sound of shallow footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Mo Lu, who was sitting on a chair with his elbows propped up on his knees, heard the sound, he turned his head, and saw that it was Rong Qian, and he straightened up.

And Mo Zun over there, he put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head, and leaned lazily against the wall, with one foot propped up, and the tip of the finger tattooed with a black snake turned a cigarette.

It's not lit, but the idle posture doesn't seem to catch anything, but Zhou's tall and powerful aura can't be ignored!

Rong Qian walked in front of them, Mo Zun was something she couldn't easily provoke, and she didn't know the two middle-aged men with a dark momentum around her, so her target could only be Mo Lu, and asked him out loud: "How is Mom?"

"Just been pushed in. Morlot's voice was hoarse, and his bald appearance concealed deep remorse.

Rong Qian sat down beside him, Mo Lu turned his head to look at her, in fact, she was smaller than herself, her beautiful face was delicate and beautiful, not stained with any powder, but it was fresh and refined to make people look extremely comfortable.

Thinking of Aunt Lin's description of last night's danger to him, Mo Lu's clasped hands tightened, and he spoke: "Thank you last night!"

Rong Qian turned her head to show him a faint smile, she made do all night, and her whole personality didn't look very good, and even that smile revealed a little far-fetched.

"It's okay, so am I...... Didn't do anything!"

She almost said that she was also a member of this family, but then she thought of Mo Zun opposite, is she counted?

No, this home is just a temporary place for her, and she-she's not qualified to fit in!

The waiting time is the hardest, Rong Qian couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to search for the knowledge of appendicitis, so that he could not be so anxious.

Mo Lu saw it on the side, he pulled the corners of his mouth, leaned back on the chair, tilted his head and stared upward, and comforted: "It's just a minor operation, it's okay, don't be afraid!"

Rong Qian didn't respond, smiled lightly, and still looked at himself.

At the door of the operating room, there was no sound.

What made Rong Qian curious was that the two middle-aged people standing over there, they didn't move, their eyes were staring at the three words of the operating room with the red light on.

The few people who were waiting here seemed to have formed multiple forces on their own, and they didn't interfere with each other, just waiting for the people inside to come out!

Although Rong Qian was puzzled, he was also pressed in his heart, and time passed quietly in silence.

By the time the door to the operating room was opened again, more than an hour had passed.

The nurse pushed the bed out, and Mo Lu hurriedly rushed up to inquire about the situation.

A head nurse said: "The chief surgeon will come out immediately, let the family members get out of the way, and send the patient back to the room first." ”

A group of people hulala, hurriedly pushing the hospital bed.

Rong Qian looked at Mo Lu and Mo Zun over there, and she raised her heel to the hospital bed.

Because of Mo Zun's intervention, Mrs. Li was sent to the VIP ward, and after the arrangements were made, the intern doctor explained some postoperative precautions, so that she could not eat for two days, and also paid attention to the patient's condition at any time and told them.

Rong Qian nodded in agreement, sent the doctors and nurses away, and she reflexively came over and sat down on the chair in front of the bed.

Mrs. Li was anesthetized, and the whole person fell into a coma, her face was pale and colorless, like a withered lily of the valley flower.

Rong Qian stretched out his hand to twist the quilt for her, and then looked up at the salt water dripping down in mid-air, the salt water was moving slowly, and it seemed that the sound of clicking could be heard in this silent ward.

Rong Qian was stunned, and suddenly there was a noisy footstep at the door.

When she looked back, she saw that the door had been pushed open from the outside.

It was Mo Lu, and when he saw her, his sunny and handsome face was obviously relieved. 、

Immediately pushed the door open completely, followed by the two middle-aged men who had been guarding the door of the operation, and at the back was Mo Zun.

The slightly spacious ward was crowded with so many people at once.

Rong Qian stood up, Mo Lu came to the hospital bed and asked her, "How is it?

"—no. ”

Rong said a word, and Yu Yan noticed that Mo Zun behind him didn't come in at all, he put his hands in his pockets, hooked his feet, and leaned diagonally on the door frame, looking coldly at Mrs. Li in the ward, as well as them.

Even if you don't look at each other, you still feel it clearly.

Rong Qian's fingertips hanging on her side bent slightly, and she didn't hold them together, she opened her mouth and said to Mo Lu: "Mo Lu, I have to go out beforehand, you ......"

She stopped her voice at the right time, and Mo Lu didn't think about it because she was worried about Mrs. Li, so she agreed: "It's okay, you can go, we are here." ”

Rong Qian nodded, she turned around, and one of the two middle-aged people standing at the end of the bed gave way to the right.

With a shallow and polite bow, she walked to the door.

Mo Zun didn't move, his idle posture seemed to be out of the way, his arrogant and uninhibited face was expressionless, and the gloomy pupils fell on her face, shooting directly at her.

Rong Qian paused slightly, she looked up at him, and quickly lowered her eyes.

Covered with tension, just to gather enough courage to face him, she waited, waiting for him to give way to the side a little.

After all, when a clear-eyed person encounters this scene, he will turn sideways and let others pass first!

Mo Zun is the most uncertain, but he will not have a seizure in the hospital ward, besides, the nightmare yesterday has passed, and Rong Qian is expected to be settled, so she is slightly relieved in her heart.

The foot in front of him moved, Cheng Liang's leather shoes were straight and powerful legs, he stood up, did not deliberately give in, Rong Qian seemed to have understood.

She walked past him, and the moment she passed by, there was a strong smell of tobacco faintly from him, which made her brow frown slightly invisibly, and walked out of the hospital room, completely away from the momentum.

Rong Qian's heart hanging in the air only fell slightly, but the beating was still chaotic.

For a long time, the tenderness and warmth that had been buried in his heart for three years were tempered by the years, and his cruelty was turned on, and in the end, all that was left was dodging and fearing, and giving up sadly!

Rong Qian stood at the entrance of the corridor for a long time before suppressing his astringency.

She went downstairs and followed the neurosurgery she remembered asking the nurse about.

There is a clear distinction in the hospital, but there are many corridors, and it took Rong Qian almost a long circle to find the expert doctor who is said to be the most authoritative in neurosurgery.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, and his office was crowded with patients' family members, several of them, waiting with films and test results.

Rong Qian stood on the periphery, listening to the family members asking about various matters that needed attention.

Dr. Tang did not show the slightest impatience and explained them one by one.

There are a lot of professional words that I don't understand, but I am in awe of their abilities, and any profession that deals with life is worthy of admiration.

After the group of family members left, Rong Qian came to the doctor's desk and sat down on a chair.

She stretched out her right hand, and was organizing her words to figure out how to explain.

Dr. Don took her hand to examine the brown scar on her wrist, his bespectacled eyebrows furrowed slightly, and asked, "When did this hurt?"

“…… A year ago!" Rong Qian said after a hesitation.

He touched it with his finger: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. "That's the truth.

"Do you feel it?"

"There's—"

"What are the symptoms?" he lowered.

Rong Qian's eyelashes blinked twice with a hint of panic, and she said: "At that time, the injury was very deep, and it was a wound that was sutured in Furen Hospital, and the doctor told this hand to be quiet and recuperate in the future, and not to ...... it hard."

"If you push hard, you're likely to damage the nerves again, right?" Dr. Tang said directly.

Rong Qian nodded.

She said in a difficult tone: "I accidentally touched it yesterday, and then I moved a little and it was a faint pain, the kind of pain that seemed to be about to break!"

"How deep is the wound?"

After Rong Qian answered, Dr. Tang put his finger on her scar to feel, the easy-going face and brows never let go, and after a subtle feeling, he withdrew his hand and said to Rong Qian: "This hand of yours can't be cured by Western medicine, so let's recommend someone to you, you go to him, and try to recuperate with Chinese medicine acupuncture." ”

Dr. Tang didn't say much, and Rong Qian's heart sank to the bottom all of a sudden.

The overhead light was shining, and the hand on the table looked and healthy, who would have thought that ...... There's a good chance it's going to be scrapped?!

Coming out of the doctor's office, Rong Qian held the name and phone number of the person recommended by Dr. Tang to her.

She was in a trance, the hand hanging by her side didn't seem to be her own, and the heavy blow of not being able to draw was already unacceptable to her, but what she was going to face next was how to keep this hand?!

People's ability to withstand it is extremely poor, when you can't accept the previous blow, and what happens later sets off, what you have experienced before is not worth mentioning at all!

When she entered the elevator, Rong Qian's eyes were red, she was young, and she didn't have a negotiable relative to share it for her.

All the sorrow was pressed on her heart, so heavy that she was about to breathe!

Li Mubai chased after him from the corridor, only to see Rong Qian's figure disappear into the elevator.

Before he could put down the hand he asked her to stretch out, Li Mubai turned around and looked at Dr. Tang's office, he wondered, what did Rong Qian do in the Department of Neurosurgery?

Are you worried about Mrs. Li's situation? But I'm worried that Mrs. Li won't use neurosurgery either!

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