The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Yup!"

On the other end of the phone, Lin Xiaopei said angrily:

"Your father took the lead in getting the land approved by the government before. He doesn't know how. It has been handed over to him for half a year, and the construction procedures have not been signed yet. If it continues to be delayed, the funds will not be recovered, and it will still be up to your father. Come forward.”

"Then I have to come home to apologize again. It's my brother's fault. Thank you so much, brother..."

While Lin Xiaopei was packing her clothes, she imitated Xue Xiaorong's usual way of meekly apologizing, and said angrily:

"In the past two years, you have been helping your father all day long."

Xiao Jingchuan pondered for a while and said, "Mom, let Wei De take two people to follow. Jiangcheng is complicated."

Wei De is the right-hand man trained by Xiao Sheng. He is smart, alert and capable.

Previously, we found clues that appeared several times through Mandala and followed them all the way, and finally locked in Bai Sheng, who led Zhang Qi to take charge.

Xiao Jingchuan recognized his ability.

Now he has doubts about his biological uncle. The situation in Jiangcheng has been complicated in recent years, and undercurrents are surging. He asked Wei De to bring his bodyguards and accompany his parents to Jiangcheng just in case.

Lin Xiaopei on the other end responded repeatedly: "I know. You don't need to worry about the company in advance, and everything is fine at home. Take good care of Jiao Jiao and yourself. After the operation is over, tell your parents as soon as possible."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, the curve of Xiao Jingchuan's lips dropped instantly.

He couldn't care less about Xiao Rong at the moment, his dark eyes were staring straight at the door of the operating room, the red light of "Under Operation" was still on.

Four hours and 15 minutes have passed. The operation that was scheduled to end within four hours did not turn off the lights on time.

Xiao Jingchuan's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist unconsciously, and his heartbeat began to speed up as if he had predicted something.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room opened.

Xiao Jingchuan suddenly raised his head, and the joy in his eyes sank deeply before they appeared.

The operating light is still on.

Xiao Jingchuan strode up to Jin Chengfeng who was covered in sweat. He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Xiao Jingchuan's whole body was tense, his breathing was rapid, and his facial muscles were so stiff that he almost twitched.

"What's wrong."

He struggled to spit out a few words.

The nurse came out and skillfully wiped Jin Chengfeng's sweat with cotton cloth.

Jin Chengfeng raised his hand to stop her movement and calmly said to Xiao Jingchuan:

"It was found that an important nerve was stuck inside the tumor, so the operation was more difficult than expected."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were red, and the strings in his brain were about to break.

Fortunately, Jin Chengfeng spoke very quickly and did not gasp, "But it's not a big problem. It can be peeled off very clean. Don't worry. Calm down, Jingchuan, wait for another two hours."

There was a serious look on his brows, and he carefully observed Xiao Jingchuan's condition, "I came out here specifically to explain, just to prevent you from——"

"I'm fine".

Xiao Jingchuan interrupted him, raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his face. The veins in his neck were bulging, his pulse was beating wildly, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Brother, hurry in."

The door to the operating room closed again.

Xiao Jingchuan moved a step with difficulty and leaned against the wall, his whole body stretched like a stone about to crack.

Two hours were stretched infinitely, and one minute was broken into 1 seconds.

The walls of the hospital are snow white.

But it was as if he had been put into a darkroom, blindfolded, with the dripper next to his ear, beeping, beeping, beeping...

Repeatedly and endlessly, it can easily destroy people's minds.

until--

"Crack."

The lights went out and the door opened.

Five hours later.

In the intensive care unit, the light is bright and the curve on the monitor fluctuates steadily.

On the snow-white hospital bed, Tang Jiao had a white mesh cap fixed on his head and a breathing mask on his face.

She breathed evenly and fell asleep quietly.

Suddenly, the thick eyelashes trembled, the thin eyelids moved slightly, and Tang Jiao slowly opened his eyes.

Another sight is the snow-white ceiling.

Ah, hospitalized again.

After a long operation under general anesthesia, Tang Jiao's consciousness had not yet returned to normal, and he suddenly thought that he was back to the past.

That day when I was admitted to the hospital every three days and looked at the ceiling and counted the hours.

She frowned and moved her fingers with difficulty, only to find that they were being held tightly.

For some reason, her whole body was numb and weak, and she couldn't even move her neck. Tang Jiao rolled his eyes with difficulty, trying to see who it was.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, the tired and handsome sleeping face of the young man came into view.

At this moment, all the memories came back.

Everything about the past two years flashed through Tang Jiao's mind like rewinding at the speed of light.

Xiao Jingchuan, Xiao Jingchuan, Xiao Jingchuan.

Xiao Jingchuan is present in every scene.

Tang Jiao felt that the heartbeat in her chest had never been so strong, as if there was a jubilant blood, a warm current of bliss, rushing straight up along her numb body.

It made her nose sore and her eyes swollen.

She wanted to speak anxiously, but the breathing mask on her mouth and nose only exhaled a puff of white mist.

His physical condition was really embarrassing, so Tang Jiao could only suppress it and stared down at Xiao Jingchuan, who was sleeping on his hand.

His eyebrows were lightly knitted, and there was a layer of exhaustion on his handsome face, but his big hand kept holding her palm.

The palm of the hand where the infusion needle was stuck was still warm.

This was an experience she would not have had two years ago during her countless hospitalizations.

There is an indwelling needle stuck on the back of the hand, and the infusion bottles are replaced one by one.

The medicine flows down the blood vessels into the body drop by drop for a long time, and the whole arm will be cold, even in the summer.

How could it be so warm?

However, after having Xiao Jingchuan, Tang Jiao's palms were always warm.

During infusion, the palms of your hands will always be carefully held by warm palms.

It's cold in winter, so holding hands, hand warmers, and gloves take turns, and everything is exclusive to her.

Tang Jiao's eyes were filled with overflowing love. She moved her thumb and gently rubbed the back of Xiao Jingchuan's hand with nostalgia.

The fingers that were held gently were tightened instantly.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his head suddenly, and the nervousness and defensiveness in his eyes instantly collapsed when he met Tang Jiao's reddish and smiling eyes.

He stood up eagerly and leaned against her side, his low-pitched voice tinged with excitement.

"You're awake, Jiaojiao, you're awake."

The big hands that were shaking slightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the fragile glass, were holding it at the side of Tang Jiao's face.

"Jiaojiao,jiaojiao..."

The young man's hoarse voice sounded like he was about to cry with excitement.

It was the first time that Tang Jiao saw Xiao Jingchuan looking so haggard and even unkempt.

She looked at him and blinked, her eyes clearly smiling, but tears fell down.

What followed was a drop of tear that had been in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes for a long time, dripping hot on the side of Tang Jiao's face.

He laughed so excitedly that he cried with joy and even lost his composure.

With tears in Tang Jiao's eyes, he moved his face slightly and pressed it against Xiao Jingchuan's palm.

Xiao Jingchuan's deep and charming eyes suddenly glowed with a very moving light. He leaned down, carefully held Tang Jiao's little face with his hands, and kept whispering.

"Happy birthday, Jiao Jiao."

"Happy birthday, my baby."