Yang Mo leaned on Mei Xiang and gasped for a few breaths, her chest hurt so much that she couldn't straighten her waist, and everyone was watching her during the operation.

Wei Mao's lips buzzed and wanted to speak but didn't open his mouth, who can persuade the master to rest, the people in the room are not up to the master's medical skills, the master is not here, who will preside over the overall situation.

"Master, why don't you take a break and start later?"

Yang Mo shook her head, no matter what happened now, she couldn't stop her from operating on Zhou Chengling.

Untie Zhou Chengling's bun and run her fingers through his hair, this is the first time she caress his hair so carefully, every time she helps him do something, he always says, "It's not early, let's rest!" ”

She still remembers that slightly serious look.

"Give me the razor." Yang Mo stretched out his hand.

"Queen Mother," Father-in-law Han next to him bent down, "Let's let the slave come?" ”

Yang Mo shook her head, only she could take something off him, it had always been like this, this time she had to take care of it herself, she could still think of his expression when he saw no hair in the mirror.

He would frown, but his fingers would habitually brush her sideburns, "Yang Molan, can't you just start lightly?" ”

"I don't." Yang Mo opened her mouth and read silently.

He would just watch her smile softly.

My Zhou Chengling, the person I love the most, never leave my side, this is my deepest plea, I can't lose you if I lose anything, if there really is such a day, I will hold your hand, where you go, where I go.

Where you are, where I am.

So that there will be no fear.

Don't die, it's not that you're afraid of death, it's that I'm afraid of losing you.

Yang Mo suddenly found that the tears had flowed silently.

Thousands of strands of hair ran through her palms.

The waiter was busy with a tray and didn't dare to leak a single one.

I didn't care about it before, but now a single hair is so cherished, Yang Mo's eyes are blurry, and her long hair falls neatly on the tray. Her tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Mei Xiang, sterilize." Yang Mo raised his head and ordered,

The room was quiet, and Yang Mo's voice was exceptionally clear, "Why do you want to make an opening in the occipital neck area?" ”

Xiao Quandao: "There is less bleeding. There is little vascularity. ”

"The patient has a marked increase in intracranial pressure. What should we do before surgery? ”

Wei Mao immediately said: "Puncture and decompression." ”

Yang Mo nodded, at least there was a group of apprentices around her who were exploring modern medical knowledge for the first time, and she was not the only one working hard.

Yang Mo looked at Jizi Seal opposite. "Let's get started!"

……

During the operation, Yang Mo vomited three times in a row, her feet were like stepping on cotton, and she could barely stand.

When the dura mater was cut open, Yang Mo felt that everything around him solidified at this time.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you never know what it will be like.

I don't know what will happen to you until this moment happens.

Yang Mo remembered the situation when Zhou Chengling welcomed her into the palace, he stood on the steps in a lucky suit, and walked towards her step by step.

He walked over to her. He called out to her, "Jasmine." ”

Everything was in front of her eyes.

"Ugh." Yang Mo subconsciously replied.

After hundreds of years of meeting Zhou Chengling here, she always thought that it was the favor of God, otherwise why did she arrange it like this, she always thought that they would be different, no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could cross it. God won't give you a hurdle that you can't overcome, even if Zhou Chengling has a head disease, she can still use modern medical skills to save him.

She analyzed where the aneurysm grew according to Zhou Chengling's symptoms, and she thought that the most likely place was here, and she prepared the shelves for the aneurysm. But when I opened it, there was nothing.

Nothing.

She was wrong, she was completely wrong.

The aneurysm is not here, she has not found it, and she can't save Zhou Chengling.

She couldn't hold his hand anymore, she knew him anymore, and she just watched him leave.

They are still a pair of ordinary people.

Yang Mo only felt that her body was very heavy, getting heavier and heavier, and she couldn't support it anymore.

"The Queen's Mother...... Master......"

There was a shouting in my ears.

……

"Where is the emperor?" Yang Mo woke up and immediately looked at the female officer beside her.

The female official hurriedly stepped forward to say, "Rest assured, the emperor is resting in the inner hall, and the gentlemen of Baohetang are all guarding there." ”

"Help me through." Yang Mo supported herself to get up, and the female officer wanted to step forward to persuade her, but Yang Mo glanced at her and hurriedly shut up.

If she hadn't fainted, she would definitely be by Zhou Chengling's side.

The hall was quiet, the female officials and chamberlains stood on both sides, the imperial doctor and the doctor of Baohetang stood in the screen to serve, and everyone's eyes fell on Yang Mo.

Yang Mo walked straight into the inner room and looked at Zhou Chengling on the bed.

He lay quietly as if he were asleep.

The beds and bedding in the room were clean, and his face was spotless, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and he looked so peaceful, just like when he slept next to her on weekdays, she was so tired, she really wanted to lie down next to him and sleep, and she would definitely sleep very peacefully.

She would wake up later than he did, and she wouldn't open her eyes until he spoke in her ear.

Yang Mo thought about smiling, her smile must be very pure at this time, because all she thought about was their happiness.

The people next to him couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.

"Let's all go out," Yang Mo commanded in a low voice, "I'm here here, you all retreat." ”

Wei Mao looked at each other, put down the things in his hand for a while, and retreated, leaving only Chun He waiting in the room.

The breeze stirred the curtains, and everything was so peaceful.

Yang Mo moved and lay on the bed, holding Zhou Chengling's hand and squeezing around him.

"Chunhe, you go down and wait, I'll call you if there's something."

The moment belonged to both of them.

Haruha responded.

I haven't been lying down together for a long time, Zhou Chengling is always so busy, she has time to read medical books and various documents, and finally lies down together and talks, she is also the one who fell asleep first.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo suddenly felt a pain in her heart, her heart beat rapidly, making her breathless, Yang Mo raised her hand and wanted to call someone, her arm stretched out but put it down, maybe this is good, maybe this is the best ending for them.

No one knows Zhou Chengling's illness better than her, she can't find the cause of it, and there is no way to save him.

Instead of watching him go, it is better to stop her life here.

Everyone knows that Zhou Chengling's life has come to an end.

But only she knows what kind of pain it is to lose him.

Falling in love is a matter of two people, but lovesickness is a lonely person to old age.

She didn't want to be the one to stay.

Yang Mo hugged Zhou Chengling tightly and lay on his chest, feeling as if he was no longer so cold, I don't know if she was getting colder and colder, or he was getting warmer and warmer, their temperature was gradually the same.

When you are tired, maybe you will open your eyes again and we will be together again.

Now that he was leaving, and it was time for her to go, there was nothing left to linger on.

She once thought that if one day when it was time to die, she would be afraid, she would not be able to let go, then what should she do, although she has seen the life and death of many people in her life, but she has never thought about what will happen after her time stops, no one wants to close their eyes and sleep in the ground.

On this day, there is finally an answer, when the loved one wants to leave, she is not willing to stay in this time for a second, her world has stopped.

Just let them take it with them, with those joys.

Good bye.

No matter where it is.

Goodbye, sure goodbye.

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I can't bear to abuse everyone, so there will be a follow, and it will definitely not be the result of everyone's guessing.

Writing about the love of two people, in addition to not wanting to be restricted by the plot, I feel from the bottom of my heart that love will only be more moving after years of precipitation.

Therefore, there is an interval between the time outside the fan and the text, which is also an opportunity for the plot to precipitate.

Thank you for the reward from MD12.