As soon as I thought that the operation had entered the countdown state, the soles of my sweetheart's feet were cold for no reason, this was a craniotomy, and she was the chief surgeon, which was not a joke.

But can she withstand a dozen or more hours of surgery? If she is too tired, will she suddenly have a miscarriage, will she suddenly bleed, and will the sudden decline in her state endanger Qinglang's life?

When the two left the hospital, the sweetheart didn't say anything all the way, she was cranky and her head was about to explode, and even Qinglang called her several times, but she didn't respond.

"Sweetheart?" Situ Qinglang's eyes were quick to grab her.

I saw a car drive past on the tiptoes of her sweetheart, and she was almost about to lie in the hospital first!

Situ Qinglang grabbed Sweetheart's shoulder and looked at her worriedly: "Sweetheart, what's the matter with you? If you are so careless again, I won't let you do this surgery for me! ”

Sweetheart sighed: "I'm sorry, I'm really too nervous Qinglang." ”

"Are you going to do it? If you don't take a day or two off, calm yourself down, and if you're really scared, then you won't do the surgery." ”

The opportunity for surgery that she finally waited for, this is Qinglang's only hope for recovery, how can she drop the chain at this juncture?

Sweetheart took a deep breath and patted her face: "Believe me, Qinglang, I'm just really a little nervous, I'll adjust myself." ”

"That's- well, don't push yourself. Situ Qinglang advised, "I still have to go to the team, do you want to go back to the hospital? ”

"Well, then I'll go to the temple and offer incense. ”

"Okay, then call me again if there's anything. Situ Qinglang touched his sweetheart's head and walked in the opposite direction.

In an inconspicuous black Santana across the road, He Jing was furious, watching the two separate at the entrance of the hospital with a cannibalistic gaze.

Situ Qinglang drove away from the hospital, but instead of driving to the army, he went to a private law firm.

A few minutes later, a lawyer-looking man got out of his car and drove to a notary office together. After Situ Qinglang entered the door, he submitted relevant materials and applications, and got straight to the point: "I brought my lawyer to make a will." ”

He handed over his suicide note and all the property certificates, which were clearly written that all his property was left to Sweetheart, who was at will, and Sweetheart was the only beneficiary.

Situ Qinglang also has a small savings, he still has a few properties in his name, and the source of all assets is clear and traceable, he must make sure that if something happens to him, what he leaves his sweetheart is not trouble but an inheritance that can allow her to live well.

After all the process was completed, the will stamped with the notary's seal was locked in his personal lawyer's safe, along with a letter from Qinglang to his sweetheart, which Situ Qinglang only hoped would be used at the end of his life.

Situ Qinglang was busy making a will here, but the sweetheart over there met Ma Weiwei, who had just returned to China, she and Weiwei hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when it came to her private circle, the best relationship with her was Weiwei and the glasses girl.

"How are you preparing for Er Shao's surgery?" the two met at the door of the café, and Ma Weiwei couldn't wait to ask as soon as she sat down.

"Don't mention it. Sweetheart frowned, "I got pregnant before I could prepare, and I didn't even know what to do." ”