After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

Jiang Jincheng took a shower in the hotel, and Director Xiao asked someone to run errands for him to buy some midnight snacks and medicine.

A message popped up on Jiang Jincheng's phone: "Eat the hot porridge and buns, take care of your wound, and go to bed early tonight."

Jiang Jincheng's hair was still dripping with water. He casually wiped it twice with a towel. The soles of his feet were only now beginning to ache and become red and swollen, so he could only walk sideways.

Jiang Jincheng: "How is Xiao Ling now? What did the doctor say?"

Director Xiao's phone showed that it was receiving blood transfusions. After a long while, he sent a message: "The blood has been transfused, and the heart rate and other things are slowly recovering. It's just that the location where the bullet hit is a little difficult to operate on. I estimate that the recovery will be slow and the muscles and bones will be injured."

Jiang Jincheng sighed and typed quickly. Maybe because he was in a hurry, he made a lot of typos. "I'm glad you're okay. I'll come over after I finish packing. I can't rest assured in the hotel."

Director Xiao was silent for a while, as if teasing, "You wasted more than 200 yuan a night. You have a bed but you have to sit on the hard iron bench in the hospital."

Jiang Jincheng: "How can I sleep when Xiao Ling is lying in the emergency room? Aren't you awake too?"

Director Xiao was quiet for a moment, as if he had compromised: "Okay, apply the medicine on your feet and rest for a while before coming back. I think it shouldn't be a big problem. If there is any problem, the doctor will come and tell you."

Jiang Jincheng was barely relieved. He quickly finished the hot porridge and didn't care about the burnt tongue.

There was some bleeding on the sole of my foot and some stones were embedded in it. It hurt a bit to pick them out.

Jiang Jincheng skillfully performed a simple bandage and immediately changed into clean clothes, took the umbrella that had been delivered to him and ran to the hospital across the street.

He and Director Xiao sat at the hospital entrance until after two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.

It was almost three o'clock when the door was pushed open. Jiang Jincheng stood up. Xiao Ling seemed to be still unconscious. His shoulder was tightly bandaged. The values ​​of the instruments next to him were also normal.

“Where are the patient’s family members?”

"I'm!"

Jiang Jincheng and Director Xiao said in unison, then looked at each other and pointed at each other: "He too!"

The female doctor's eyes were slightly surprised and seemed to have figured out something. Jiang Jincheng didn't care whether she had misunderstood something or not. He frowned and asked anxiously, "How is the child? How long will it take for him to wake up?"

The female doctor coughed and handed the reports to Jiang Jincheng: "The bullet in the patient's shoulder has been removed. He received a timely blood transfusion last night and is no longer in danger of death. However, because he has a severe coagulation disorder and the location of the bullet is not good, his recovery will be very slow."

"You'll probably have a fever for the next two days. If it gets serious, remember to call us."

Jiang Jincheng and Director Xiao looked at the inspection report for a long time before they breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor gave them some instructions for a long time and looked at the two of them with a gossipy look before leaving.

Jiang Jincheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair. Director Xiao glanced at him and said with a smile, "I told you it's okay! We've both been shot so many times and we're still able to eat and drink!"

"Hey, Old Jiang, look at the look in the doctor's eyes. Damn it! It's probably a misunderstanding!"

Director Xiao teased Jiang Jincheng, "You're good at this. When Xiao Ling wakes up, it's bad! The house has been robbed! You'll lose a wife and gain a father!"

"Go to hell, get out of here!"

Jiang Jincheng finally managed a tired smile. He pushed Director Xiao and scolded him with a smile: "Why don't you say something nice... How old are you..."

"I just want you to laugh! What's wrong with your emotional intelligence? Has your emotional intelligence disappeared after being with Xiao Ling for so long?"

Jiang Jincheng rolled his eyes. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time and looked a little haggard. When he rolled his eyes, his eye pressure went up and he felt dizzy and painful.

"Go back and have a meal and rest for a while. The hotel room has not been checked out yet."

Jiang Jincheng glanced at the ward and then laughed: "I'll go see him. You've been guarding him all night without eating. You're older than me, so be careful, Lao Xiao."

After hearing what he said, Director Xiao also felt a little hungry. He touched his stomach and did not refuse: "Okay, I'll go have a meal and bring you one later. Then I'll go back and sleep for three hours before taking over from you."

"You haven't slept yet. You're not young anymore. Don't let your body get broken down. Otherwise, Xiao Ling will make trouble with me again."

Director Xiao snorted in annoyance: "You little bastard can't do anything except feel sorry for you! He feels more sorry for you than he does for me! I even suspect that you are Xiao Ling's biological father."

"What are you saying? I am his girlfriend and his uncle. I have held him since he was a child. I have held him for more time than you have spent with him! If he doesn't feel sorry for me, who else can he feel sorry for?"

Jiang Jincheng bit his cigarette and waved his hands: "Hurry up and leave! I'm going to go see Xiao Ling. I'm afraid he'll have a fever again if no one is watching him!"

"Come on, you still have a fever! You just miss him! You feel bad for him!"

Director Xiao looked as if to say, "I've seen through you." He didn't bother to bother anyone anymore, so he turned around, packed up his things and left.

Jiang Jincheng also went straight to the ward. Xiao Ling's forehead was indeed a little hot, but fortunately it was just a low-grade fever.

He sighed, moved a chair and sat down. This ward was an independent single room with good sound insulation and no one would disturb him, making it convenient for Xiao Ling to recuperate.

Jiang Jincheng looked at the dried blood on his hands, then stood up, fetched some hot water, and asked the nurse for a towel to wipe his body.

"You... really make me worry..."

Jiang Jincheng gently held his palm and rubbed it with his fingertips covered with thin calluses.

There was a slight tenderness in his gaze, and his voice softened as well.

"What are you thinking... going to catch a drug lord..."

"You are really risking your life to catch up with me..."

Jiang Jincheng laughed and lowered his eyes slightly: "Have you ever thought about me... Do you think it's just a child's play..."

"If you were captured and killed by the drug lord... have you ever thought about what I would do alone..."

"You are so impulsive even at this age, and you do things without considering the consequences... Xiao Ling... do you think I care whether you have any achievements or not?"

"If I really cared about this kind of thing... I wouldn't bother with you... I wouldn't even bother to care about you..."

Jiang Jincheng gently placed his slightly hot hand on his face. He smiled with a hint of red in his eyes, "It must be painful to be shot through by a bullet. Now you understand how dangerous your uncle's mission is, right?"

Jiang Jincheng pursed his lips, feeling a pang of bitterness in his heart. He turned his head and murmured, "He's just a crybaby who can cry for two hours when his finger is scratched... He has to risk his life to catch the criminal... He really thinks he's Ultraman..."

"But I'm not Ultraman... Your banner says 'Ultraman of City A', so how dare I steal your title..."

Xiao Ling's extremely weak and soft voice made Jiang Jincheng stunned. He couldn't help but clench his hands, and his nose finally felt a little sour.

Xiao Ling had no strength left in his body. He looked at Jiang Jincheng with difficulty and then squeezed Jiang Jincheng's palm lightly.

"I'm fine...wife..."

"I'm sorry to have worried you...my wife's eyes are bloodshot...I must be so heartbroken..."

Jiang Jincheng sniffed and snorted coldly: "Who the hell cares about you? Just you, a troublemaker! If I hadn't seen you still lying on the hospital bed, I would have wanted to beat you to death!"

Xiao Ling smiled weakly and said softly: "Then I guess my wife will have to endure it for the next few months. It will take a hundred days for my broken bones to heal... When I'm discharged from the hospital, my wife can beat me however she wants..."

"young married woman…"

Xiao Ling's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes were slightly red: "I thought I would never see you again... I was almost...about to receive your call..."

"I miss you so much...wife..."