Leng Zirui glanced at the watch on his wrist and headed downstairs again. At his feet was a winding cable extending from the side of the hospital to the operating room.
This was Leng Zimo’s lifeline.
Before the surgery was completed, he wouldn’t allow anyone to touch it.
From the third floor to the first floor, from the building entrance to the roadside, Ah Jiu’s n and Leng Zirui’s n occupied every corner, protecting this cable. Leng Zirui continuously moved up and down the stairs, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Now, he could finally calm down and think about the matter.
In front of him, details flashed past.
A burnt-out master switch, a congested intersection, a baby stroller suddenly rushing in...
"No, this isn’t a coincidence!" Leng Zirui stopped in his tracks and quickly scanned the area, "Cobra, it was you, wasn’t it?!"
At a corner of the hospital, a man dressed in a janitor’s uniform glanced at Leng Zirui standing in the courtyard through the bouquet, took out his phone, and dialed a number, "Mr. Allen, the plan failed."
"What’s going on?" On the other end, Allen’s tone was full of anger.
"We cut the power to the hospital, but now electricity has been restored. We’ve tried our best, now Leng Zirui and Leng Zimo’s people are guarding the cable tightly. If we continue, we’ll only expose ourselves. Should we proceed?" the fake janitor asked softly.
On the other end of the line.
Allen glanced at Luo Ke, who was chatting with several business partners, hesitated for a mont, then walked over and whispered a few words into Luo Ke’s ear.
Luo Ke’s pupils contracted, and his face also showed anger.
"So..." Allen glanced at the company’s partners on the opposite sofa, "Should we continue?!"
Luo Ke took a deep breath, "No!"
Always cautious, he wouldn’t risk exposing his identity on impulse.
"Got it!" Allen agreed, stepped back to the side, and directly redialed the call, "Pull back!"
...
...
Inside the operating room, Leng Zimo’s surgery was nearing completion.
The tumors had all been removed and placed on a tray, a vague mass of flesh and blood.
Dr. Stansen stood wearily to the side, while Shen Yizhou was completing the final suturing for Leng Zimo.
Due to the prolonged duration, Leng Zimo’s anesthesia was starting to wear off; he could even feel the needle piercing through his skin and the pain.
"Is it a bit painful? Should I apply so more anesthetic?" Shen Yizhou asked.
"No need, I like the pain!" Leng Zimo replied.
Because, only by living, only by being awake, could he feel pain.
Such pain for him was undoubtedly a kind of blissful pain.
Shen Yizhou said nothing more and continued his suturing.
Outside the window, Luo Xiaoqian once again turned the paper towards Leng Zimo.
This ti, it wasn’t a sheet of music but 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 lifted both hands. With his right palm, he gently touched the back of his left hand, and then pointed with his finger towards the division.
For each motion, he said one word.
"I!"
"Love!"
"You!"
Not only because he wanted her to know he loved her, but most importantly, because he wanted to tell her that he could persevere, all because she was with him.
Luo Xiaoqian smiled and quickly wrote back three words to him.
Not "I love you," but "Big Fool!"
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