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293: Ji Chen, I'll wait for you! "They turned out to be iron wolves?"

Yan Qing was indeed stunned.

Even the prince in the army is full of curiosity about this mysterious special forces team.

No wonder Boss Lu was able to bring people out in such a short period of time.

The iron wolf has contributed a lot.

"go!"

As Iron Wolf left with the elite troops, Lu Lingye also wringed out the cigarette butt and sat directly in the co-pilot.

Si Rui and Yan Qing stood in front of the car, and after watching for a few seconds, Si Rui rushed to the driver's seat at a speed as fast as a wolf chasing him.

Yan Qing was naturally slow, and when he wanted to get in the car, he realized...there was not enough space.

In the back seat, Lu Shaoran hugged Ji Chen and said nasty love words.

The co-pilot sits in Boss Lu's seat, while Si Rui sits in the driver's seat.

Then he...

With a 'crush', the trunk was opened by Si Rui, and the window was lowered. He pointed his thumb back, "Please, the trunk has a dedicated seat, hurry up!"

This made Yan Qing angry.

If I had known earlier, I would have driven two cars tonight.

What can I do if I am not reconciled, the business is to leave the vicinity of the chemical plant as soon as possible.

In the end, Yan Qing, the dignified prince, bit the bullet and jumped into the trunk. Before he could sit still, Si Rui kicked the accelerator and drove out. Due to inertia, the trunk lid slammed Yan Qing on the ground. inside.

Where is his pistol?

Can you kill this idiot Si Rui!

……

A police hospital.

Lu Shaoran and Ji Chen were sent to the hospital overnight.

Ji Chen directly pushed into the operating room.

The injuries on Lu Shaoran's body were not serious, but after days of torture, and the dark captivity, no matter how big his heart was, lying on the hospital bed still made people feel distressed.

He didn't know how to eat, and he looked like he couldn't sleep or eat comfortably. Even if he had already fallen asleep at this time, he was still very uneasy.

Standing at the head of the bed, Lu Lingye looked at Lu Shaoran tightly hugging the quilt, and felt distressed.

This is a manifestation of insecurity.

Although he is usually very strict with Shaoran, it is only because of his stubborn and stubborn temper.

Now, his eldest nephew was hurt like this, it's a lie that he doesn't feel distressed or angry.

Lu Shaoran fell asleep with a drip on the back of his hand.

After standing by the hospital bed and watching for a long time, Lu Lingye turned and walked outside the door.

Si Rui and Yan Qing were standing in the corridor. When they saw him coming out, they looked at him in unison.

"How is Jichen?"

Si Rui sighed, "The doctor is still trying to rescue him, and he only said he would do his best!"

There was obvious helplessness in his tone.

If it weren't for the doctor, they wouldn't have imagined that Ji Chen's situation would be so bad.

The liver was ruptured, and the severed little finger showed signs of infection, resulting in a persistent high fever and a small amount of internal bleeding.

These diseases, just taken out, are enough to kill people.

What's more, it's all on Ji Chen now.

Leaning against the wall, Si Rui pursed his thin lips tightly, while Yan Qing also remained silent.

In Ji Chen's situation, it is really hard for them to estimate whether they can survive.

And if something happens to Ji Chen, then Lu Shaoran...

They didn't dare to speculate about the following situation.

Anyone can see the relationship between the two of them.

One hour--

Three hours--

Five hours later, it was dawn.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yan Ge, Yan Qi and Wen Xiaoer hurried over.

At the first moment when he learned that Shaoran was rescued, Yange couldn't care about anything, got up in a hurry and rushed to the hospital.

She came in such a hurry that she even draped her coat over her shoulders.

Outside the door of the ward, Yan Ge walked quickly, Lu Lingye didn't even change his clothes, when he saw her, he frowned and greeted her, "Slow down!"

Yange grabbed Lu Lingye's hand, "Uncle, where is Shaoran? How is he? Is there anything wrong?"

Asking eagerly, Yange just wanted to know if Shaoran was still safe and sound.

"He's fine. After a few days of recuperation, just find a psychiatrist to counsel him!"

Lu Lingye stretched out his hands to put Yange's coat on, and slightly parted his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something, but they were submerged in his lips.

Yange looked at the ward behind them, walked to the door, looked through the window, and saw Lu Shaoran hugging the quilt, curled up in a ball, sleeping very restlessly.

This scene made Yange's heart ache.

How she wished she could see the former swinger brother again.

But after experiencing so much, she can't imagine what kind of shadow will be left in Shaoran's heart.

She stuck her fingertips on the door and window, her eyes were sore, she wanted to open the door and go in, but she was worried that she would surprise him.

"Where's Ji Chen? Why isn't Ji Chen here?"

After a while, Yange noticed that in the high-grade ward, among all the facilities, only Shaoran was lying in it.

Yange looked forward, then turned to look at Lu Lingye.

Yan Qi also stood beside Yan Qing, and bumped his arm, "Hey, yes, where's Ji Chen?"

In the blink of an eye, Wen Xiaoer clearly sensed the unspeakable expressions on their faces, and his heart tightened, "Ji Chen...is he going to die?"

"Go to hell, Wen Chenyang, close your..."

"Who died? Who..."

Suddenly, Yange standing at the door didn't check for a while, not knowing when Shaoran woke up.

The door opened, and he heard Wen Xiaoer's words unexpectedly.

With a hoarse voice, he stood limping at the door and looked at Lu Lingye first.

Seeing that he was still dressed like last night, my heart sank again and again.

"Uncle, who... is dead? Tell me..."

Lu Shaoran shook his hands and grabbed Lu Lingye's wrist. He was trembling, and his lips turned white instantly.

Everyone looked at Wen Xiaoer and couldn't help but give him a hard look.

Lu Lingye frowned, and his eyes were condensed, "Who told you that you are dead, go back and lie down!"

His coldness doesn't seem to be of any use to Lu Shaoran at this moment.

Standing in place, Lu Shaoran seemed to have lost his soul, dragging one leg, took a deep look at Lu Lingye, turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor.

There were still words in his mouth, "He won't die, he said that he would stay with me for the rest of his life...he couldn't die..."

Seeing him like this, Si Rui and the others could not bear to look away.

Yange burst into tears, stepped forward to support Shaoran, looked back at Lu Lingye, "Uncle, where is Ji Chen...?"

Lu Lingye sighed, "In the operating room!"

As soon as he heard the word 'operating room', Lu Shaoran's body shook and he turned around quickly. If Yange hadn't supported him, he might have fallen down.

"He's still alive, isn't he?"

Lu Shaoran's entire face brightened because of the news.

Lu Lingye nodded slightly, "The surgery is still going on!"

"Great, great, I just said, what happened to my Ji Chen! I'm going to match him."

Turning around to leave, but Lu Shaoran looked at the corridor and couldn't help but look back at Yange, "Auntie, can you... take me to him?"

Shaoran called her little aunt, although Yange felt suffocating pain in his heart, but he couldn't open his mouth to reject him at all.

Looking at Lu Lingye with beseeching eyes, the group finally came to the door of the operating room from the advanced ward area.

Lu Shaoran sat in a wheelchair and got out of the elevator. Seeing that the lights in the operating room were still on, he slowly loosened his clenched hands.

Waiting is the most annoying.

Even though Lu Shaoran's body was fine, after sitting and waiting for nearly two hours, sweat broke out on his forehead.

With a 'ding' sound, the lights in the operating room went out.

All eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room.

When the door opened automatically, a doctor in a surgical gown came out exhausted.

"Who is the patient..."

"I am, I am his family member!"

Before the doctor finished speaking, Lu Shaoran jumped up from the wheelchair.

Step by step, he dragged back and moved in front of the doctor, his face full of expectations.

The doctor frowned, glanced at Lu Lingye behind Lu Shaoran, hesitated for a moment, then sighed quietly, "We did our best, whether the patient can wake up or not is up to him!"

Can you wake up?

This sentence made everyone's heart fall to the bottom.

Lu Shaoran's hands trembled, almost unable to stand still, "You... what do you mean by that?"

The doctor glanced at Lu Lingye again, and then said to Lu Shaoran, "He's injured too badly. If the fever can subside, the problem will be fine, but... the patient's liver is damaged, and there is still fluid in the body, so he needs to..."

"He will wake up, he will definitely wake up!"

Lu Shaoran gritted his teeth, refused to listen to the doctor's words, and stubbornly repeated his own words.

In less than half a minute, Ji Chen was ejected, with many tubes stuck in his body, and his eyes were closed.

And under the bright light, on his pretty cheek, there was an ugly stitched wound like a centipede's tentacles, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Lu Shaoran limped, followed by the surgery cart, reached out to touch Ji Chen, but was afraid of hurting him, so he could only touch half of his cheek, and murmured, "Ji Chen, I'll wait for you..."