Jing Jiaren lowered her eyelids: "I will accompany him until his condition is completely recovered before leaving." He'll be fine then. ”

Wilson nodded: "I'm going to have to worry about Miss Jing a lot during this time." ”

"What do you say, this is what I should do...... It's you, Xiexie, you've always been loyal to him, and his personality is very bad. Jing Jiaren has always been puzzled, "Ordinary people can't stand his temperament, how can you bear that he has been thundering at you?" ”

It is also a blessing for Ximen Longting to have such loyal subordinates.

Wilson replied loyally: "I have been instructed by my former wife. ”

"Simon Longting's mother?"

"Yes......"

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, and Ximen Longting never said a word about her mother. Maybe she cared too little about him?

While waiting, Jing Jiaren was holding a copy of "Basic Nursing Knowledge for Nurses" and reading it......

Slowly, the restless heart calmed down.

Regardless of whether Ximen Longting's stomach cancer can be successfully cured, she will accompany him to complete the zuihou period.

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Simon Longting's surgery was a success......

Of course, gastrectomy surgery is basically not life-threatening, and it mainly depends on postoperative conditioning.

When Ximen Longting was pushed out, his eyes were open, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

"Jing Jiaren!"

"I'm ......" Jing Jiaren pushed aside the nurse, gathered in front of the stretcher for the first time, and held his hand tightly, "Why are you awake and not anesthetized?" ”

He lifted his lips coldly: "It's all your fault." ”

"Blame me?"

"I'm afraid of anesthesia, I can't wake up, I can't see you, don't you want to cry blind?" He glared at her angrily.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled, any surgery has a 1% risk accident, which is unavoidable......

Just because of her worries, he actually completed the operation without anesthesia.

"You're a fool! Doesn't it hurt!? ”

"What kind of little injury is this......" Ximen Longting pursed his lower lip, "It's more uncomfortable to see you cry than cutting off half of my stomach." ”

Jing Jiaren: "......"

"Don't cry, do you understand?" He struggled to reach out a hand and rubbed the corner of her eye.

"Understood, don't talk after you just had surgery, take a good rest?"

She accompanied him and pushed the stretcher all the way back to the hospital.

Ximen Longting's face was pale, and Jing Jiaren couldn't see him in pain, so he asked the doctor to give him a painkiller injection.

"What are painkillers for?" He took her hand, "It's better for you to kiss me to stop the pain." ”

"Young master, I have people buy everything you want." Wilson interrupted inappropriately, "You pick one you like?" ”

Jing Jiaren turned around and saw the bodyguard pushing a shelf in.

There are all kinds of masks on it, all of which are full face, and even the mouth and chin are covered.

"Simon Longting, what are you buying masks for?"

Wilson coughed: "The young master is afraid that the gastric tube will affect his image, so he wears a mask during this period." ”

This is what he calls a "countermeasure"?

"Jing Jiaren, pick one you like." He lay on the bed staring at her.

"I don't like any of that, I just like to look at your face?"

"Elect." There is no room for negotiation.

"I really don't like these cold masks." Jing Jiaren looked at the shelves, all of them were very delicate masks.

There are silver, gold, feathers, sequins......