The playwright lady overturned again

Jian Dongxu's emotions were even more intense than Jian Moran's, and the hand holding the critical illness notice was trembling constantly.

The nurse frowned and looked at him, and couldn't help urging: "Family members, hurry up and make a decision. Time is running out. If you sign the letter of commitment, you will bear the risks that arise during the operation."

"How do you want me to sign?" Jian Dongxu suddenly became angry, and slammed down the pen in his hand, "There is no better hospital in this city than yours. Naturally, it is impossible to transfer to another hospital, but my dad obviously just I just fainted, how did I get to the point where I was issued a critical illness notice?"

Jian Dongxu has always been known for being gentle and elegant, and it is rare for him to be so disregarding his image.

The nurse was also taken aback by him, but it was obvious that she had experienced a lot of wind and waves, so she didn't find it strange at all.

She just shook her head slightly, with a helpless expression on her face: "The family members should not get too excited. You should know that the time you are wasting now is the time for your father to receive treatment."

Jian Dongxu's face was cold, he was breathing heavily, and his face was pale.

The nurse continued: "Your father's physical condition is not good, and you were not sent to the doctor in time, which has delayed the best time for treatment. The elderly's physical functions are weakened, and no one can say whether they can withstand the intensity of the operation. This is not our hospital's fault, please be rational."

"I'm sorry!" Jian Dongxu also knew that he had just lost his composure, and he just couldn't accept it.

He covered his face with his hands to hide his painful expression, and then asked the nurse, "What is the success rate of the operation?"

"Thirty percent." The nurse told the truth, "But don't worry, our doctors will definitely do their best to help, and we will never let a chance go."

Jian Dongxu was speechless for a long time, his head went blank and he couldn't think about anything.

Jian Moran's face also turned serious. There is a [-]% chance of surgery... Does it mean that she has a high possibility that she will never see her grandfather again?
She didn't dare to continue thinking about it at all.

The nurse looked at the critical illness notice in Jian Dongxu's hand, and asked calmly, "Now, can you sign it?"

She has seen too many family members of patients who cannot accept it rationally. At this moment, their expressions are as calm as an indifferent template.

Jian Yicheng picked up the pen that had rolled to his feet, took two steps and handed it to Jian Dongxu, and said softly: "Let's sign first, don't delay the treatment."

Jian Dongxu gritted his back molars with difficulty, and reached out to take the pen tremblingly.

When he looked down at the signature column on the notice, the realization was a little blurred, and there was a wet mist in front of his eyes.

Although she understood Jian Dongxu's mood, Jian Moran didn't want to waste time any longer, and reminded him coldly, "If you can't sign it, just give it to me."

Jian Dongxu doesn't want to bear this, so just give it to her.

But Jian Dongxu already felt very guilty before, and now hearing what Jian Moran said, he would only feel more useless.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all, and quickly signed his name.

The nurse took the letter of commitment and entered the operating room again.

Next, another long wait.

Huo Jinyan went to pour a cup of hot water for Jian Moran, and when he handed it to her, seeing her pale face, he stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, and said softly, "Ranran, you just blew so much hot water. It's been cold for a long time, do you feel uncomfortable?"

In fact, Jian Moran is feeling very uncomfortable now.

She felt that she was top-heavy, her body was light, and her breathing was heavy.

But everyone, including herself, was only concerned with Mr. Jane, so she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, so she shook her head at Huo Jinyan and said, "I'm fine."

She took a sip of hot water, not knowing whether it was the lingering fear in her heart or the stamina from the frostbite just now, she shivered.

Huo Jinyan looked at her worriedly, but didn't know what to do for her.

On the other side, Jian Dongxu stared at Jian Yicheng with a strange expression, and the atmosphere between the two was very strange.

Jian Moran turned her head and asked Jian Dongxu: "Second Uncle, you have been here for so long, why don't you go and have a rest first, as long as we are here."

Jian Dongxu's body has always been weak, and Jian Moran is also afraid that Mr. Jian's surgery is not over yet, Jian Dongxu will not be able to hold on anymore, so he is inevitably a little worried.

But after Jian Moran said this for a long while, Jian Dongxu didn't respond.

She felt weird, frowned at Jian Dongxu, and asked again: "Second Uncle, why are you looking at Big Brother like that?"

Why did Jian Dongxu stare at Jian Yicheng with such weird eyes?

What's the matter with these two people?
Jian Dongxu didn't reply to Jian Moran's words, but just stared at Jian Yicheng and asked, "What did you do before the old man fell into a coma?"

Jian Dongxu had never spoken to Jian Yicheng in such a questioning tone, and it was somewhat disappointed and angry.

As if doubting something.

Jian Moran's face suddenly turned serious, and he frowned at the two of them.

Jian Yicheng was the calmest among this group of people.

Obviously he was the one being questioned, but he was the calmest person, and even asked Jian Dongxu in turn: "Are you doubting me now?"

Jian Dongxu didn't deny that he was suspicious, and said directly: "The last person the old man saw before he fainted was you."

Jian Moran finally understood the reason why Jian Dongxu hesitated to say when he asked before.

It turns out that this person is Jian Yicheng...

So Jian Dongxu didn't want to talk about this topic before, because he thought there was something wrong with Jian Yicheng and wanted to cover him up?
So why are you asking yourself now?

Jian Moran couldn't figure it out.

Soon, Jian Yicheng said, "Who said he saw me before he fainted? When I arrived at the old house, he had already fainted. If I hadn't appeared in time, you wouldn't have to stand here now."

His tone was light, as if he was talking about something completely irrelevant to him.

Jian Moran didn't think that Jian Yicheng was a part of this family.

Even though everyone has always treated him as a family member, he has always felt that he is an outsider.

I don't get close to anyone, and no matter what I do, there is a feeling of calculation in it.

Therefore, when Jian Moran heard that he was the last person to see the old man, she also subconsciously wondered if he had done something to stimulate the old man.

Jian Moran looked at Jian Yicheng, and said in a cold tone, "What do you mean, when you arrive, Grandpa has already fainted?"

Jian Yicheng's face turned cold, and he said almost mockingly: "After all, you didn't regard me as a family, so you didn't hesitate to doubt or question me. Why, do you think I did something to the old man?"

Jian Dongxu looked at him blankly without any explanation.

Jian Moran was already dissatisfied with him, so it was only natural to doubt him.

Jian Yicheng only felt the sarcasm, and his smile became a bit colder: "He is not in good health, isn't it normal for a person to faint at home? Why do you have to suspect who stimulated him? Who is really to blame... "

His eyes fell on Jian Moran, the corners of his eyes were sunken, his expression was indifferent, and there was some mockery, and he said indifferently: "Isn't it you who should be blamed? Didn't the old man faint because of what you did? You provoked him." I have made such a mess and killed people, compared to you, I have done nothing."

Jian Moran hadn't said anything yet, but Jian Dongxu became a little anxious, and angrily scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He was obviously very angry, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

This is also the first time that Jian Dongxu reprimanded Jian Yicheng recklessly: "What do you mean by killing someone? Xiaoran didn't do anything. This matter was a misunderstanding, and it was deliberately framed by others. How can you say so irresponsible?" If so, do you want to kill Xiaoran?"

Jian Yicheng didn't seem to admit his mistake at all, and didn't even feel that he was wrong, he just said indifferently: "Didn't you blame me for harming Mr. Jian first?"

Jian Dongxu felt sour in his heart, especially unpleasant.

Why did he really doubt Jian Yicheng?

Just now when the nurse issued the critical illness notice, he felt uncomfortable, and also felt that it was strange for Jian Yicheng to find the old man fainted, so he just asked.

It was because he was too tense just now, so the way of speaking was wrong, which angered Jian Yicheng.

It didn't take long for Jian Dongxu to regret it.

But he still bite the bullet and said: "Then you can't say that about Xiaoran. Human life is a matter of fate. Before there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense. I just asked you just now. I didn't doubt you. You have to be so emotional." What are you excited about?"

"Maybe I'm guilty of being a thief." Jian Yicheng's tone was full of sarcasm, "If I had known this, I would have left directly to save trouble, and let any of you go back and find that the old man fainted, and whoever will deal with it, I would not have done a good thing, but caused trouble. People are suspicious, causing a fishy body."

Jian Dongxu couldn't bear it any longer, and frowned and said, "Don't say such things on purpose, I couldn't control my emotions and said the wrong thing just now, can you stop acting weird?"

Jian Yicheng snorted lightly, his face full of indifference.

Jian Moran looked at him with a cold face, and said displeasedly: "Jian Yicheng, you'd better be more polite to my second uncle, he is your elder, I have no problem with you being a wolf-hearted person, but don't forget, Without my second uncle, you are nothing."

She just couldn't get used to Jian Yicheng's domineering manner every day.

Before, I felt that he was restrained a lot.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before it was revealed again.

Jian Yicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were a little fierce, and he snorted: "You don't need to teach me, you should take care of your troubles, don't always think about letting others deal with the follow-up for you, let someone wipe it for you. butt."

Jian Moran gritted her teeth and stared at him displeased.

Jian Yicheng didn't care about her eyes at all.

Anyway, he already knew that Jian Moran didn't like him, and he didn't even like it, so he continued: "If I were you, I would be embarrassed to see people now, and you all think that Zhou Qunfen's jumping off the building has nothing to do with you, but if it wasn't for you If she didn't handle it well, is she so extreme? So, you are not completely innocent."

Jian Dongxu really didn't want to hear this topic now, so he frowned and reprimanded in disapproval: "Say a few words less, what is right and what is wrong, the police have their own judgment, why are you and your sister bothering about these things, you have to stab her in the heart Are you comfortable with knives?"

Jian Yicheng lowered his eyes and smiled mockingly: "Sister? Heh..."

He didn't continue talking, but his face was full of sarcasm and jokes, which made people bored.

Huo Jinyan has been standing behind Jian Moran, thinking that this is a family matter of Jian's family, and it is inconvenient for him to intervene, but now he can't see Jian Moran being wronged.