After all, life, just like the eldest aunt, all year round, it can't be smooth sailing, there are always a few times when you are not happy.

Although there was such a bad mood as Du Hanning, Leng Liuli, who had been familiar with group books since he was a child and had drunk high-quality chicken soup for the soul boiled by major celebrities and professors, did not linger on this matter and couldn't let go.

It's over, then it's over, just remember the shell of this matter, there is no need to take the core of the matter to heart, and constantly make yourself unhappy.

The city is bustling, and the lights shine like stars in the night sky.

There is no shortage of brightly lit commercial shops and pedestrian streets in a lively city.

The luxurious car walked slowly on the crowded road, Leng Liuli slightly lowered the window, and looked out, he could see the leisurely or hurried pedestrians, and the pearly ears could distinguish the music fluttering outside, and he could hear the music that was passionate or happy or sad.

A world of one color, one class of music, the more you mix and match, the more you can see the same colors as a rainbow, as for the rainbow after the rain or just a mirage in the desert, who cares, anyway, isn't this a source of hope from the bottom of people's hearts?

"Miss, do you want to take a walk outside first or go back directly."

On the sidewalk ahead, the traffic light changed, and the female driver with a hard look on the driver stopped the car, and when the air in the car was dull, she suddenly asked without turning her head.

Through the rearview mirror in the car, Li Shenglan can clearly see Leng Liuli sitting in the back of the car and looking outside, even though she came out of the boring place of the army, her personality is like a stone like most soldiers, but as a woman's heart, there will always be some soft and sensitive places.

“……”

Leng Liuli didn't answer, and the atmosphere in the car fell silent.

Until the running lights came back on, Li Shenglan thought that the young lady was distracted and didn't hear it, and was about to ask again.

"Go back, go straight home." Leng Liuli suddenly said faintly.

"Yes, miss." Li Shenglan replied as if normal, and the car restarted.

Ordinary people's birthdays should be happy to get together with relatives and friends to toast and celebrate, and do all kinds of fun games.

Leng Liuli painted a happy scene in her mind that only existed under other people's brushes, but the depiction of this scene was only a short moment, and this moment was not even as good as the moment when the little girl struck a match in the wind and snow.

In the blink of an eye, the colorful bubbles were blown away by their own reason, drifting far, far, far, and then in time and the air full of magazines, they shattered, snap~~~, obviously there was no sound, why did their minds feel extremely clear.

"Sure enough....is it nostalgia? Obviously, before the girl came, a meteor crossed the night sky where the stars spread the Milky Way, and then it crossed, anyway, these things are places that even my dreams will not touch. ”

"Professor Zheng, is there really no way?" Leng Keyang, who never smoked, took a cigarette from nowhere, took a hard puff, and asked in a heavy tone.

Professor Zheng Shuiyi, Zheng Shuiyi, is not only the leading cardiologist in the Shenghua Empire, but also the most cutting-edge presence in the world.

For such a person, Leng Keyang also wasted a lot of energy to see him.

Unexpectedly, after working hard, I thought that I had walked forward for a long time, but the answer I got in the end was just spinning in place.

Zheng Shuiyi glanced at Leng Keyang's hand holding the cigarette, and originally wanted to dissuade him, but considering the mood and environment, he didn't say anything in the end, just sighed, shook his head and said, "According to the current medical level, it is not possible." ”

"There's no hope?" Leng Keyang asked unrelentingly.

Zheng Shui also glanced at Leng Keyang's drowning expression, his lips moved, and he stopped talking.

Hopeful?

Leng Keyang has been mixed with officialdom for so many years, and the observation of people's expression changes is naturally what he is best at.

So he couldn't hold back the joy on his face, and asked eagerly: "Professor Zheng, if you have a way, you can say it quickly, if you can save my daughter, no matter how many things you have in the future, no matter how difficult things are to find me Leng Keyang, I Leng Keyang will definitely do my best." ”

Although because of the habits of officialdom, Leng Keyang's promise still has a lot of relaxation.

But as far as Leng Keyang's identity is concerned, a high-ranking official of the third grade of the country, I heard that he will soon be transferred to a local government to serve as a feudal official.

Such a status and such a promise, even if there is a place for relaxation, it is also a great temptation for Zheng Shuiyi. Confuse.

However~~~ Zheng Shui also smiled bitterly, and said something that seemed like hope to Leng Keyang, but more like despair: "In theory, if you have surgery, there is a seventeen percent chance of success." ”

The straw appeared, but it was so obvious that through the clear surface of the lake, you could clearly see the straw lying on the other end of the meadow.

Seventeen percent, Leng Keyang didn't know whether to be happy or desperate, after all, this was better than what other medical experts and professors said that there was no possibility, after all.

Although this hope is vaguely not much different from a mirage in the desert.

Leng Keyang was silent for a while, the faint light of the cigarette butt burned slowly, Zheng Shui also sat next to him and waited quietly, the cigarette butt burned a section, the water dispenser boiled, cooled, boiled again, cooled, boiled again...... Zheng Shui also quietly flipped through the meeting minutes he brought.

Turning a page, he saw that there were mistakes or omissions, he filled in or scribbled a few words, turned the page again, and suddenly a few new ideas popped up here, and he added a long paragraph of words to this place.

In four minutes, he had an important meeting in the hospital, but there was no impatience or anxiety in his expression.

The windows were open, and the leaves were falling outside, swirling and falling.

The autumn wind in the north is gradually getting colder, and the windows that are used to being open in summer should be closed now.

Zheng Shui also rubbed his hands, which were a little cold and stiff by the autumn wind because he was writing outside.

"Professor Zheng still has something to do, so I won't bother today." Leng Ke got up, poked out the cigarette butt, walked a few steps, and threw it into the trash can.

"Well, goodbye."

Leng Keyang left the room, closed the door, and did not see any more figures.

Zheng Shui also put down his pen, closed his notebook, briefly packed up his things, and prepared to walk towards the conference room on the fourth floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he was surprised to find Leng Keyang standing by the door.

"Leng Shangshu?" Zheng Shui also said suspiciously.

Leng Keyang's eyes looked in the direction where Leng Liuli was sitting, with a warm smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry for the cigarette smoking in your office." Leng Keyang said a word.

Zheng Shui did not open his mouth to answer immediately, but waited slowly.

"Please, if you have a chat with my daughter in the future, I hope you don't talk about my smoking." After Leng Keyang finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zheng Shuiyi.

"Understood." Zheng Shui also nodded.

"Well, that's troublesome." After saying this, Leng Keyang turned his head and walked in the direction of Leng Liuli

PS: There's another chapter later