Glancing at the watch in his hand, Leng Zirui walked downstairs again, and at his feet, there was a winding cable line that led from the road on the hospital side to the operating room.

This one is Leng Zimo's lifeline.

He wouldn't let anyone touch it until the operation was done.

From the third floor to the first floor, from the door to the side of the road, Ah Jiu's people and Leng Zirui's people occupied every corner, protecting this cable, while Leng Zirui kept walking down from the upper floor, and then walked up again, looking around vigilantly.

Now, he can finally calm down and think about it.

In front of my eyes, details flashed one after another.

Burned-out master switches, congested intersections, strollers rushing over suddenly......

"No, it's not a coincidence!" Leng Zirui stopped and quickly glanced around, "Cobra, you did it, right?!" ”

In the corner of the hospital, a man in a cleaner's uniform glanced at Leng Zirui standing in the courtyard through a bouquet, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Mr. Allen, the plan failed." ”

"What's going on?" On the other end of the phone, Allen's tone was full of anger.

"We cut off the power supply to the hospital, but now that the power has been restored, we have done our best, and now Leng Zirui and Leng Zimo's people are closely protecting the cable, if we continue, we can only expose our identities, do we want to continue?" The fake cleaner asked in a low voice.

The other end of the phone.

Alan glanced at Locke, who was talking to several business partners, hesitated, walked over, and whispered a few words to Locke.

Locke's pupils constricted, and his face showed anger.

"So......" Alan glanced at the company's partner on the couch opposite, "do you want to continue?!" ”

Locke took a deep breath, "No! ”

He has always been cautious, and he will not hesitate to reveal his identity because of impulse.

"Yes!" Alan agreed, stepped back aside, and directly dialed the phone back, "Stop it!" ”

……

……

In the operating room, Leng Zimo's operation has come to an end.

The tumor had all been removed and placed on a plate, a blurry mass of flesh.

Dr. Statham stood aside tiredly, and Shen Yizhou was performing the most suturing part for Leng Zimo.

Because the time has been taken off for a long time, Leng Zimo's anesthetic power has weakened a little, and he can even feel the sensation and pain of the needle passing through the skin.

"Isn't it a little painful, I'll help you apply some anesthetic?" Shen Yizhou asked.

"No, I like to hurt!" Leng Zimo said.

Because, only alive, only awake, can you feel the pain.

Such a pain is undoubtedly a happy pain for him.

Shen Yizhou didn't say anything more, just continued his stitching.

Outside the window, Luo Xiaoqian once again turned the paper away from Leng Zimo.

This time, it's not a score, it's a line of words.

"Leng Zimo, you are the best husband in the world!"

Leng Zimo raised his right hand and pointed at himself, then raised both hands, warmly touched the back of his left hand with the palm of his right hand, and then pointed his fingers apart.

For every movement, he says a word.

"Me!"

"Love!"

"You!"

Not only because he wanted her to know that he loved her, but most importantly, because he wanted to show her that he could persevere because she was with him.

Luo Xiaoqian laughed, and then quickly wrote three words back to him.

Not "I love you", but "big stupid"!