When Meng Xiang appeared in the corridor outside the ICU of the Central Hospital in an instant, he almost fell. After he stood firm against the wall, he looked around and thought, "Fortunately, there are no people, or I must have frightened them." ”

"Director, why are you here in your pajamas?" Meng Xiang had just finished secretly being proud of himself, and Zeng Kefan stood in front of him rubbing his eyes in a daze, startling him.

"Why are you going?" Meng Xiang asked.

"I just went to the bathroom." After Zeng Kefan woke up a little, he pointed to Meng Xiang's clothes and asked again: "Why are you here in your pajamas?" ”

"Ah, I forgot to change it in a hurry." After Meng Xiang casually made up an excuse to prevaricate, he asked seriously, "How are they now?" What do doctors say? ”

"The doctor said that Liu Yanyan's condition is a little unoptimistic, so there is no problem with the screenwriter at present."

"What's wrong with Liu Yanyan?" Meng Xiang asked eagerly.

"The doctor said she had a severe brain injury, as if there were signs of bleeding in the ventricles."

Meng Xiang scratched his hair with some worry.

"Don't worry too much, the doctor didn't say that there was no hope at all, but the hope was relatively small, and it was possible to become a vegetative person." Zeng Kefan comforted Meng Xiang.

"You didn't say it, but you still don't have much hope." Meng Xiang said anxiously: "It's over, it's over." ”

"Director, what's over?" Zeng Kefan asked puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing, you go back and rest early, it's hard, I'll keep an eye on it myself."

"Are you okay?" Zeng Kefan asked sleepily.

"No problem, you go, I'll call you if there's anything."

Zeng Kefan nodded, walked towards the elevator, didn't take a few steps and turned back and asked, "Do you want me to bring you a piece of clothing?" ”

Meng Xiang looked at the pajamas on her body, patted her on the shoulder and said, "No, I'll go back and change it myself when the time comes." ”

After Zeng Kefan left here, Meng Xiang sat alone on the row of chairs outside, looking through the glass at Tian Tian and Liu Yanyan lying inside, the excitement and fear of eighty-one days just now after having magic power disappeared in an instant.

He couldn't help but walk over, gently resting his hand on the glass, and couldn't help but feel a line of tears in the corner of his eye.

He felt that life was too impermanent, and yesterday they were still working together, arguing together, and almost lost their wheels in the blink of an eye.

Think about yourself again, I left my parents since I was a child, I didn't know that my mother passed away, and my father is still missing, living alone in this world, lonely and helpless.

Think about it again, he and that day, for a misunderstanding, he had stopped contacting him for many years, and now he had just released his suspicions and shook hands, but this kind of thing happened again.

Thinking of this, his fists clenched together.

It's all about the Poor Wonder God Clan, if there is no black-and-white dispute, maybe none of this will happen, he must find the black wing as soon as possible and end all the tragedies that shouldn't happen.

In contemplation, Meng Xiang fell asleep on the row of chairs unconsciously, he was woken up by a noise in his sleep, got up from the chair, he shook his head and woke up, and saw that the ICU was launched on the day, Meng Xiang hurriedly followed.

The doctor pushed that day into a senior single room, Dong Xuanfeng and Na Shihong stood outside the door, and when they saw Meng Xiang coming, Dong Xuanfeng greeted him and said, "Why did Director Meng come in a pajamas?" ”

Na Shihong glanced at Meng Xiang, and after the two looked at each other, Meng Xiangxun withdrew his gaze, and Na Shihong turned around and walked into the ward.

"Ah, I didn't have time to change it." Meng responded and said, "I'll go back and change my clothes first, and then come back in the evening." He was just about to turn around and leave, when Liu Chuan walked over and the two almost collided together.

"Director Meng?" After Liu Chuan looked up and down at his dress, he sneered: "You are so trendy, pajamas can be used as coats?" ”

"Mr. Liu praised it, it's nothing, I'll go back first." Meng Xiang was a little afraid of facing this person now, he knew that this was his opponent, it was very likely that he was the one who was going to fight for the Black Wing, he was not prepared at all now, he really didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only choose to avoid this person first.

Meng Xiang turned sideways and just wanted to leave, Liu Chuan grabbed his left hand, he chuckled in his heart, for fear that Liu Chuan would grab his left hand and look at it.

"Director Meng is in such a hurry?" Liu Chuan said in a strange manner: "You don't look very good lately, I'll help you check the pulse." After he finished speaking, he grabbed Meng Xiang's left wrist and lifted it up.

At this time, Dong Xuanfeng came up, he patted Liu Chuan's shoulder and said, "Mr. Liu, where did you get this white ash?" ”

Liu Chuan was distracted, Meng Xiang suddenly pulled out his left hand and ran to the corner of the corridor, his brows furrowed slightly, and his thoughts disappeared in an instant.

When Liu Chuan and Dong Xuanfeng chased after each other, Meng Xiang had already arrived in his bedroom, collapsed on the bed, panting.

Liu Chuan looked around, and when he found that there was not even a human figure, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he clenched his fists tightly, and he had a very strong premonition in his heart.

Dong Xuanfeng saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he said curiously: "Director Meng is really fast enough." ”

"You know a!" Liu Chuan slapped Dong Xuanfeng's head fiercely, and after relieving his unhappiness, he turned around and entered the ward that day, leaving Dong Xuanfeng alone there.

Meng Xiang lay on the bed, looked at the "Spirit Bone Divine Wings" in his palm, and thought, "It would be better if it appeared when I wanted to see it and disappeared when I didn't want to see it." ”

As soon as he finished thinking, a red soft light flashed from his palm, and the divine wings disappeared.

Meng Xiang was surprised and delighted, and he said silently with his mind with the mentality of trying it out: "The divine wings have appeared." ”

As soon as he finished reciting, the red soft light slowly increased from one point to another, and finally the entire divine wings and blood vines were all revealed.

Meng Xiang laughed a little excitedly, he actually slowly understood how to control this divine wing that made him uneasy, so that it would be much easier to find the black wing and complete the mission.

He sighed comfortably, stretched his arms out on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously, the exhaustion of the past two days made him really want to sleep well.

After Liu Chuan entered the ward that day, the doctor and nurse had just finished tidying up, and after they nodded to Na Shihong to indicate that there was no problem, they left the ward together.

Liu Chuan sat on the sofa in the living room outside the ward, crossed Erlang's legs, and said to the person in front of the inner bed: "Then the total is really punctual, and the two hundred billion will arrive on time." ”

That Shihong helped tuck the corners of the quilt that day and walked out of the inner room, and at this time, the fingers of that day moved.

"Now that the money has been paid to you, you have to keep your promise and not fight the idea of that day again." Na Shihong stood in front of Liu Chuan.

"Hahaha, that's naïve." Liu Chuan stood up and said contemptuously: "This is only the first phase, and our issues will be longer in the future." ”

"You!" The blue tendons on Shihong's forehead were about to burst out.

"You know you're in a hurry now? Know what it's like to deceive? Liu Chuan asked with a hideous face: "When you deceived me, did you consider my feelings?" You let Meng Yin go, and secretly handed over the 'Spirit Bone White Wing' to him behind my back, let me ask you, did you think about how painful and angry I was at that time? ”

"Even if the white wings are in your hands, you can't control it, have you forgotten how you went mad and burned your heart? In the end, you were afraid of the power of the white wing, so you handed it over to me for safekeeping, I was afraid that it would hurt you again, and I was even more afraid that you would use it to hurt the innocent, so I returned it to its original owner! ”

"Don't say you're so great! I can't handle it, and that's because I don't have black wings. If the Black Wing is in my hand, how can I not be able to harness it? Liu Chuan lowered his voice and roared angrily at Na Shihong: "Let me ask you again, where is the 'Spirit Bone Black Wing'?!" ”

Na Shihong was not frightened by Liu Chuan, he said with a serious and calm expression: "I have already said, I don't know where it is, please don't pester me and my family because of this!" ”

"You're so good at pretending to be pathetic." Liu Chuan almost put his face on Na Shihong's face, and said with great hatred: "Back then, only you and Deng Xiaoxiao, that slut, knew where I hid the black wing, if you didn't steal it, who would it be?" ”

Liu Chuan suddenly grabbed Na Shihong's right hand and said viciously: "You didn't integrate it into your palm, and Deng Xiaoxiao didn't do it, what do you want to do?" ”

Na Shihong shook off his right hand vigorously, turned his back and said, "I don't like it as much as you!" For thousands of years, the 'poor Qi clan' has fought for black and white, fighting openly and secretly, you live and die, everyone is in the same vein but you want to kill each other, I don't want to participate in this struggle anymore, let alone see this struggle go on endlessly, I just want to be an ordinary person, live an ordinary life, am I wrong to do this? ”

After Na Shihong finished his statement excitedly, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and said soothingly: "If there is nothing wrong, please go back, you need to recuperate that day." ”

"Hahaha, good ambition! Good ambitions! I will fulfill you. Liu Chuan laughed twice, opened the door and left the ward.

Na Shihong glanced back at the departing Liu Chuan, and then looked at the day he was lying on the hospital bed in front of him, his cold and serious face was also in tears. He sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

At this time, Tiantian's hand moved slowly, and his eyes seemed to be about to open slightly, but he was struggling.

After Liu Chuan returned from the hospital, he found that Dong Xuanfeng was waiting outside the office door, probably waiting too long, and he fell asleep.

"Producer Dong, hey, Producer Dong." Liu Chuan pushed him and shouted twice.

"Huh?" Dong Xuanfeng opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that it was Liu Chuan, he immediately became energetic, he rubbed his eyes, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and said with a flattering face: "Mr. Liu, you are back, are you tired?" ”

"Come in." After Liu Chuan opened the door, he went to his desk and picked up the phone and said, "Brew two cups of coffee and come in." ”

"Just sit down." Liu Chuan said after putting down his phone.

Although Dong Xuanfeng often comes to Liu Chuan's office, he has never observed carefully, he usually leaves in a hurry after standing and reporting his work, and more often meets in the conference room, but now he suddenly lets himself sit casually, and he really doesn't know where to sit more conveniently.