Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

Only those squinted eyes showed Ling Jun's nostalgia for this world, and he still couldn't let it go, even with Feng Yiran's promise.

Coming up to him with heavy steps, Feng Yiran raised his hand, and lightly stroked Ling Jun's eyelids, and those eyes were completely closed.

The ghastly whiteness of the operating room further set off Young Master Feng's sad mood at this time.

He said softly: "Go all the way!"

No matter how sad he was, it was impossible for Young Master Feng to say any sensational words. He was a man of few words, and it was only in front of Xiao Ziqing that he seemed to be a different person.

What's more, the affection between men is more often reflected in actual actions rather than expressed in words.

When he walked out of the operating room, Feng Yiran had already recovered his usual coolness, but his still tall and straight back gave off a somewhat unharmonious sadness for no reason.

"Prepare the special plane and return to the country immediately." After Shen Sheng gave the order, he walked through the long corridor first, and the bright sunlight outside pulled his lonely figure out of a long, long shadow.

From now on, Feng Yiran will never have that quiet and reticent man behind him, and no one of his subordinates will understand him like Ling Jun.

It's not terrible to be alone, what's terrible is that you lose that good brother who has a life-long friendship with you.

In this life, after all, fate is over, and Ling Jun is leaving this world at such a young age, why can't God be fair? ?
There are people coming and going in the hospital, and from time to time, the anxious cries and cries of the family members of the patients can be heard. How many lives and deaths have been witnessed in this place every day, and how many lives will be lost? ?

Feng Yiran only felt that the noise around him had nothing to do with him, and it couldn't drive away the chill in his heart.

From the inside to the outside, he exudes a powerful aura of "don't get close to strangers", and his sinister handsome face is like an emissary from hell, making people shy away when they see him.

The phone rang right at this moment, and it was Xiao Ziqing's exclusive voice.

Taking a deep breath, after adjusting his mood, Feng Yiran connected the phone with his usual relaxed tone: "Baby? Are you done?"

At this time, Xiao Ziqing should have returned to the station. If she hadn't been too tired to move, she would have remembered to call to report that she was safe, and act like a baby to the man by the way.

"Well, I just came back and I'm almost exhausted today. My hands are shaking until now, and I don't even have the energy to eat. I'm sweating a lot and sticky, but I don't want to move anymore..."

After complaining softly, Xiao Ziqing fell on the big bed, rubbing the space between her brows wearily.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone did not comfort her softly as usual, but remained silent for a long time.

This abnormal situation made Xiao Ziqing aroused. She sat up and looked at the screen of the mobile phone. It showed that she was in a normal call.

Can't help but whisper worriedly: "Husband? What's wrong with you? Could it be something?"

Hearing her slightly tense voice, Feng Yiran came back to his senses, smiled lightly and said: "It's nothing, someone just came over here to talk about something. Since you're tired, then go to bed early, if you can't move, just sleep Wake up and take a shower!"

Xiao Ziqing tried to find something wrong in his calm voice, but wondered if she was too nervous.

He asked worriedly: "Are you really okay?" Young Master Feng was lost in thought while talking on the phone with her, which had never happened before.

She subconsciously felt that something had happened, and while Feng Yiran was hiding it from her, he also tried his best to pretend nothing had happened. A woman's intuition is sometimes so accurate.

Feng Yiran didn't want her to worry, so he had to put on a more relaxed tone, "It's okay, what can I do? South Africa's progress is going well, but I may have to go back to City A, the company has some things to deal with .Baby, I may not be able to see you until later."

He would never tell Xiao Ziqing about business affairs, and Xiao Ziqing would never ask.

Hearing what he said now, Xiao Ziqing felt relieved, she only thought that young master Feng was worried about business affairs, and didn't take it to heart.

She smiled nonchalantly: "If you don't have time, you don't have to come. I just complained to you that day. If you really came, I'm afraid I won't even have time to talk to you."

The two chatted for a while, then hung up the phone.

After putting the phone in his pocket, Feng Yiran let out a long breath of relief.

He didn't want Xiao Ziqing to know the news of Ling Jun's death, lest she worry, but he had to go back to City A to take care of Ling Jun's funeral.

This is the last thing he can do for Ling Jun.

When the special plane landed at the airport in City A, there were already dozens of people standing there on the tarmac, and Ling Jun's parents were also picked up from the small county town.

Seeing Feng Yiran helping Ling Jun's coffin down the gangway, Ling Jun's mother burst into tears, "Jun'er...my son...how can you let mom be so sad..."

The huge tarmac was instantly enveloped in great grief, and many of his subordinates were brought out by Ling Jun himself, and all of them were red-eyed at this time.

Ling Yiren and Ling's father supported Ling's mother, who was crying faintly, and she couldn't cry.

Feng Yiran came in front of them, bowed deeply to Ling's father and Ling's mother, "Please forgive me!"

Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else to say, and all words seemed so pale at this moment.The deceased is dead, no matter how many promises he makes, it is impossible to save Ling Jun's life.

What happened has already been told clearly by the subordinates sent to pick up Ling's father and Ling's mother, and Feng Yiran did not deny the fact that Ling Jun lost his life to save himself.

He has always been daring, even if Ling Jun is his subordinate, it is Ling Jun's responsibility to protect him, Feng Yiran also feels the need to explain.

Papa Ling is an honest farmer who has not read much, but is very reasonable.

He wiped away his tears and said with a sob: "Jun'er often said that it was a great honor for him to be by Young Master Feng's side for so many years. And it is all thanks to you, Young Master Feng, that our family can be what it is today." Fu..."

Regarding Ling Jun's death, although Papa Ling was very sad, he also knew that Feng Yiran could not be blamed entirely.

In other words, with Ling Jun's identity, let alone blocking a bullet, even if he was shot into a hornet's nest, Feng Yiran had to be protected.

Who told him to work for Feng Yiran?Now that you have done this business, you should expect the risks like today.

To make the family live happily for so many years, apart from Ling Jun's own efforts, there is also Feng Yiran's deliberate care.

In the past, Ling's father often told Ling Jun that he should be grateful to Feng Yiran for his kindness to him, and repay Feng Yiran's kindness well, and he must never do anything ungrateful.

Today's result, Ling's father also expected that sooner or later, so apart from being sad, he didn't say any inappropriate words to Feng Yiran.

Mother Ling is a typical rural woman who regards her husband as her god. At this time, she only cares about her son's untimely death. How can she care about other things?
At such a sad time, Feng Yiran didn't know what to say.

He clenched his fists and said earnestly: "I will be in charge of your future lives. You don't need to worry about this. You can tell me if you have any requirements. I also promised Ling Jun that I will take good care of you."

Looking at Ling Yiren who was crying, Feng Yiran continued: "Ling Jun specially asked me to take care of you, so whether you continue to study or find another job in the future, I will try my best to arrange it."

Ling Yiren raised his eyes in astonishment, and when he met the extremely serious handsome face, he blushed for no reason.

Realizing that now is not the time for her to be shy, she nodded indiscriminately again, not daring to look at Feng Yiran anymore, but engraved what she just said in her heart.

What Feng Yiran never expected was that his empathy and righteousness, as well as the promise he made at this time, would bring him huge troubles in the future...

On the day of Ling Jun's funeral, it rained lightly in City A.

The sky and the earth were hazy, blurring the vision, but adding a bit of chill, making the already desolate atmosphere even more desolate for no reason.

The cemetery was chosen by Feng Yiran a long time ago, with mountains and rivers behind it, it is a real geomantic treasure.

All his bodyguards and cronies came to see Ling Jun off for the last time. A group of black suits bowed their heads in silent mourning, accompanied by the cries of Ling's mother and Ling Yiren.

Feng Yiran only felt that this place was extremely oppressive, but he had no choice but to stay and insist on watching his good brother die in peace.

From now on, Ling Jun will sleep forever in this land, and he can no longer be with him.

After the funeral, Feng Yiran only said one thing to Ling Yiren: "Ling Jun is gone, and it's not convenient for you to live there by yourself. If you move back to the mansion, at least someone will take care of you."

Anyway, there are many rooms in his villa. When he and Xiao Ziqing are busy, at least Ling Yiren's daily life is not a problem.

Ling Yiren didn't know whether she was moved or flattered, and quickly said, "No...Brother Feng, I'm sorry for you and sister Ziqing, I, I really can't..."

Feng Yiran raised his eyebrows impatiently, "I promised Ling Jun to take care of you, and I will definitely do it! Just do as I say!"

After glancing at Ling Yiren coldly, Young Master Feng called one of his subordinates and ordered him to take Ling Yiren back to Ling Jun's residence, pack up all his luggage and send them over.

Sitting in the car, Feng Yiran habitually looked at the passenger seat, the empty seat reminded him that Ling Jun was no longer there.

Heartbroken, he took out his cell phone and dialed out, wanting to hear Xiao Ziqing's voice, so as to ease his emotions.

Unexpectedly, there was an unreachable notification sound, cold and emotionless.

Feng Yiran had a bad feeling, and at this moment, another phone rang, and it was Xiao Ziqing who stayed in Africa to protect him.

He picked it up without even thinking about it, and there was a panicked voice from his subordinates: "Young Master, Madam is missing!"