Hospital.

Jiang Qian spent two days preparing for the operation, and waited until all the indicators of his physical examination were determined to be qualified before he was relieved.

After getting ready, Huo Jingting put on a disinfectant suit, lay on the bed and was pushed into the operating room.

Jiang Gan was already waiting inside, and when he saw him being pushed in, he finally asked, "Are you sure you won't regret it?" ”

Huo Jingting closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "No regrets." ”

These three words, he answered without hesitation.

"Maniac." Jiang Qian suppressed his voice and scolded, "Then do you want to confess your last words?" In the future, when Gu Nanqiao asks, I will also be able to answer. ”

Huo Jingting didn't bother to pay attention to his childish words, and directly ignored them.

The nurse stood aside and waited, and reminded at the right time, "Deputy Courtyard Jiang, you can start the operation." ”

When Jiang Qian heard this, he restrained his excessive emotions, and the expression on his face became solemn.

He wiped his veins with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant solution, Huo Jingting's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, looked sideways at him and commanded, "Tell her that I love her." ”

“……”

Jiang Qian paused when he was about to throw a cotton swab.

It took two seconds for him to react, his tone accompanied by thin anger, "Say it yourself!" ”

Huo Jingting's attitude, is it really regarded as an explanation of his last words?

He just casually said that it stimulated him, hoping that he could stop the loss in time and get out of the operating room quickly, which was to ask him to really confess his last words.

Huo Jingting smiled and didn't say anything more.

Sharp needles pierced into the blood vessels, and red blood flowed down the tubes into the blood bags.

Jiang Qian glanced at the blood bag, then looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, and said with a serious expression, "Huo Jingting, don't blame me for not reminding you, if something really happens to you on the operating table, not only will your wife become someone else's, but your daughter will also become someone else's." ”

Huo Jingting closed his eyes, but still didn't react.

"Especially her ex-husband, I heard that he is divorced, if you are not at ease, then let me survive, otherwise I will really die."

Huo Jingting's face turned pale, and he pulled the corners of his lips, "I know." ”

He knows, he knows.

For Gu Nanqiao, for the sake of the little bean sprouts, he must live and live well.

They are the most difficult part of his life, and he can't rest assured that others will take care of them.

……

Night.

Gu Nanqiao coaxed the little bean sprouts to sleep, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower by himself.

After washing, I went to bed, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Just when her consciousness had begun to gradually blur, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in the place of her heart.

Gu Nanqiao subconsciously covered his chest, and then woke up from his sleep, his face was pale and his eyes were full of fear.

She vaguely remembered that she had heard someone mention that when something happened, the closest people would feel it......

"Jing Ting......" Her thin lips overflowed with a hoarse murmur, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then reached out to the head of the bed to get her phone.

I pressed the phone screen and took a look, but there was no call.

In two days, he didn't call her.

She hesitated for a while, but she felt that she couldn't put her mind at ease, so she found his number and dialed it.

……

In the intensive care room, Jiang Qian was staring at the data on various medical instruments.

Suddenly heard a ringtone in his ears, and he raised his eyes to see that it was Huo Jingting's mobile phone.

Jiang Qian walked around the hospital bed, and just wanted to turn off his mobile phone, but unexpectedly saw the word "wife" displayed on the screen.

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