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An hour later, the indicator light on the door of the emergency operating room went out, the door opened, and a doctor in surgical gown came out.

Everyone gathered around, Qin Hui hurriedly said: "Doctor, how is my father?"

The doctor took off his mask and said slowly, "Mr. Qin has been rescued, and his life is not in danger."

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the doctor continued: "But the old man's sudden syncope was accompanied by angina. Our preliminary diagnosis was degenerative aortic valve stenosis in the elderly. This disease is relatively common among the elderly. We The suggestion is to arrange surgery for the old man after further examination."

"We will tell you the specific operation plan after the examination results come out. Now the old man is observing in the intensive care unit, and we will notify you in time if there is any situation."

The doctor's face was not relaxed, and he kept an official tone and said to everyone: "Everyone should be mentally prepared, the old man's body may not be able to withstand the open chest operation."

Everyone's faces were stiff, and no one knew what to say for a while.

Qin Mo stood at the end of the crowd, with a cold expression and a sharp jawline. He spoke slowly in the silence, with a sharp and clear voice, "When will the operation plan be released?"

He was terrifyingly calm, but only Jiang Wansheng who was standing beside him knew how hard he was holding her hand.

The doctor is a cardiac surgery expert in this private hospital. After knowing that the rescue target was Mr. Qin, he was hurriedly dragged down by the director of the emergency department to perform the operation. He is very authoritative.

"The old man's operation cannot be delayed for too long. We will tell you the plan as early as tomorrow night."

Qin Mo's deep black eyes were difficult to distinguish emotions, and they were bottomless. He said, "Trouble."

Through the window of the intensive care unit, everyone looked at the old man with the medical equipment on his body, feeling mixed emotions.

Qin Mo looked at it for a while, then left without saying a word.

Jiang Wansheng felt his movements keenly, and looked at his tall and straight back, her pink lips turned white.

He walked aside and glanced at Fu Bo with his black eyes. Fu Bo lowered his head a little ashamedly, and followed him to a secluded place.

Uncle Fu didn't dare to look directly at Qin Mo.

Even though he has been with the old man for so many years, seeing the calm but compelling eyes of the third master still feels like a light on his back.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes to look at him, and the cool eyes made people startled.

Uncle Fu was about to say something when Qin Mo's voice sounded chilly, "He doesn't want to be cured?"

He had already found out that the old man had a heart problem. He had arranged for his regular physical examination, and he could find out that the medical examination report was falsified soon.

Naturally knowing that something was wrong with the old man, I wanted to trick him into going for a detailed examination, but I didn't expect him to faint so suddenly.

Uncle Fu said bitterly: "The old man is so old, and he still has underlying diseases. He knows that there is a high probability that he won't be able to bear the thoracotomy, and he wants to leave in peace, and he doesn't want to make a fuss..."

Qin Mo pursed his lips, and said, "So you and the family doctor are together to hide it, and even postpone further examinations."

Forber didn't say a word, he acquiesced.

Qin Mo sneered.

The older I get, the less worrying I am, but I am not afraid of death at all.

He raised his hand and pressed the brow bone, suppressing the turbulent depression in the depths, and said in a deep voice: "You go back first and take good care of him."

Uncle Fu has been with the old man for most of his life, and told him to actively treat him for a long time, but he didn't listen to a word, so he tossed himself into the hospital.

This change of his also frightened him enough, and he still has lingering fears in his heart. Without Qin Mo's orders, he would never let the old man go on messing around.

He already regretted helping him to hide this time.

He looked ashamed, "Third Master, I'm sorry."

Qin Mo suppressed his indifferent voice, "This is not an example."

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Forber left, he turned and went to the smoking area.

The craving he hadn't seen for so long was back, and he needed nicotine to numb his troubled mind.

Jiang Wansheng was worried about Qin Mo, and finally couldn't hold back and came to him.

There were not many people in the smoking area at the corner, and she saw the tall figure at a glance, with a straight and straight figure, which was particularly eye-catching.

The white smoke blurred the man's cold facial features, and from her perspective, he could only see the smooth and distinct curves of his profile, with the cigarette biting between his lips.

With inhuman alienation and indifference.

She stepped in, and the man rarely noticed her.

She sighed softly, directly grasped the man's arm holding the cigarette, and pressed down with some strength.

The man's cold eyes swept down for a moment, but they froze suddenly when he touched the somewhat frightened girl. He relaxed and obediently lowered his arms.

He pinched the soft flesh on her cheek with the other hand, "Sorry, I scared you."

Jiang Wansheng shook his head, "It's okay."

She softened her voice, "Do you want to go into the intensive care unit to have a look? Uncle is a little awake and can see people."

Qin Mo paused, his fingers were scarlet and burning, he stared at her, and suddenly pulled her into his arms with such force that he seemed to rub her into his flesh and blood.

Jiang Wansheng was caught off guard, his shoulders were so startled that he subconsciously shrugged, and his hands were hanging in the air helplessly, stunned.

The man's head was buried in the crook of her neck, and the scorching breath of her breath made that small piece of her skin feel numb and hot.

Her heart seemed to be squeezed tightly with a big palm, forcing out sour and bitter water.

She hugged his broad shoulders distressedly, stroking his back like he did before.

Neither of them spoke, but their hearts were extremely close.

She said: "Go and see him, I will accompany you."

After a long time, the man's deep voice came out dully.

"it is good."

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When Qin Mo and Jiang Wansheng walked in, the old man was awake.

Seeing the two people approaching, he reluctantly opened his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face, which was mostly covered by the oxygen mask.

Qin Mo took a few steps forward to hold the hand carrying the ECG clip, and said in a bad tone, "If you're like this, don't move around."

The old man is still smiling, he doesn't have the strength to bicker with Qin Mo like in the past, but this kind smile isolated under the oxygen mask is like tearing a hole in the hearts of the two.

Jiang Wansheng held back the soreness in his eyes, tilted his head to wipe the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and then turned his head to smile again.

The old man's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on her. Jiang Wansheng understood, and hurried over, standing beside the hospital bed.

The mist on the surface of the oxygen mask appeared and disappeared, and it was the old man who was speaking with difficulty.

Jiang Wansheng leaned closer to listen carefully.

Through a single syllable, one can probably hear that the old man is saying: "Okay...okay...."

He paused every word, trying his best to ensure the clarity of his speech.

With reddened eyes, Jiang Wansheng nodded at him.