Please Don’t Give Up on Me

Outside the operating room, two tall men stood on the right side, like door gods.

They could have gone to the lounge and waited comfortably. However, neither of them would leave for half a step, preferring to stand outside the door.

Huo Niancheng's cigarette butts piled up on the floor. He frowned slightly and stared at the light in front of the operating room. The electronic display by the door reads the time-four hours and seventeen minutes.

‘Pattern—’

On the quiet walkway, I suddenly remembered a somewhat contradictory sound, similar to the sound of water drops falling on the ground.

The sound is so weak that you won't notice it if you don't listen carefully. But Lin Jing's ears are very good, and his gaze immediately follows the direction of the sound...

There was a small abrupt bright red mark on the smooth marble floor. It was a drop of blood... the blood dripping from Huo Niancheng's clenched fist.

Lin Jing raised his eyes to look at Huo Niancheng, his body was straight, staring blankly at the timer at the door of the operating room, like a stone statue.

Huo Niancheng noticed Lin Jing's gaze, his eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, just slowly put his hand into the side trouser pocket of his trousers.

For a moment, he took out a pack of cigarettes from inside.

He shook out a cigarette, glanced at Lin Jing, and handed it over.

Lin Jing shook his head.

Huo Niancheng: "Why, quit?"

Lin Jing: "Yeah."

In the beginning, it was not deliberately to quit. It's just that since one day, Qi Yue frowned as soon as he noticed the smell of smoke, and slowly he smoked less. Later, I basically quit.

Huo Niancheng bit the cigarette **** in his mouth, tilted his head and lit the lighter...

Within a few hours, his cigarette case was half empty.

"Her skills are very good." Lin Jing suddenly said such a sentence.

Huo Niancheng's fingers holding the cigarette stopped slightly.

"Thank you." He said after a moment.

After smoking half a cigarette, Huo Niancheng suddenly turned sideways and leaned against the wall side by side with Lin Jing: "Your taste has changed. I remember that you used to like soft, cute, silly, white and sweet?"

Lin Jing stared at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling without making a sound.

For a long time, Huo Nianzhi thought that Lin Jing would not answer, but suddenly heard him say: "Even people will change, let alone taste."

After a pause, Lin Jing tilted his head to look at Huo Niancheng, with more joking in his eyes: "I learned this truth from you."

There was even some irony in his tone.

Huo Niancheng lowered his eyelids and was silent. He has always disdain to explain.

The lights in the operating room went out suddenly.

The two men straightened up at the same time and walked to the door of the operating room.

A few seconds later, the door of the operating room was pulled open from the inside.

Qi Yue was the first to show up.

Huo Nian took a step toward her growing leg and blocked her in front of her.

Huo Niancheng looked down at her, but didn't ask anything. His eyes were still quiet and deep, Gu Jing had no waves, but the fingers hanging beside him trembled slightly.

Qi Yue stretched out his hand and took off the mask, showing a slightly tired smile:

"The operation was very successful. As long as the dangerous period of 72 hours has passed, her condition will stabilize."

Huo Niancheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

***

After a few days of high temperature baptism that can roast people, Livia ushered in a drizzle. The cracked earth was nourished by this timely rain, and finally was able to take a breath from this fierce torture.

Three black jeeps, facing the dense rain, steadily galloped on the long winding mountain road.

Qi Yue and the others are sitting on the jeep in the middle.

After the operation, Qi Yue and the others stayed in Huo Niancheng's base for another three days, and then left when Ji Jianan's condition stabilized.

"I owe you a favor. You can come to me whenever you need it." Huo Niancheng said to them when they were parting.

Huo Niancheng sent two teams of mercenaries to **** Qi Yue back to the camp where the medical team was.

Qi Yue sat in the back row, leaning on the back of the chair a little sleepily, resting his eyes closed.

From the time she was abducted to the present, there hasn't been a day in which she truly took a good rest. Before that, they were both fleeing and operating, and they were overwhelmed one by one. So she has been twisting it all the time, and as long as that strength does not dissipate, she can stand firm.

Now the troubles are resolved smoothly, the tight string in the body loosens, and inexplicably feels weak limbs, splitting headaches, and even the whole body muscles are beginning to sore... It is a posture that a kind of disease is coming down like a mountain. .

There has always been a strange silence in the car. Cheng Donglin, who was sitting in the front row, wanted to chat with everyone to ease the embarrassment. However, the driver had a cool ice face, but Lin Jing who was sitting next to Qi Yue It's the cooler ice cube face, and it doesn't look good to talk to each other. And the only Qi Yue who could chat with him was closing his eyes and resting. So Cheng Donglin could only shut his mouth tightly and pretended to look at the scenery.

The convoy returned safely to the base camp of the medical team.

Cheng Donglin thanked the driver, and then turned around.

Qi Yue leaned his head on the seat, motionless, as if he was asleep.

"she…"

Cheng Donglin's eyes met Lin Jing's in the air, and he paused: "Let's call her."

Lin Jing didn't say a word, only stretched out his hand and gently patted Qi Yue on the shoulder: "Wake up."

no response.

Lin Jingfu grabbed Qi Yue's shoulders again and shook him: "Qi Yue?"

Qi Yue still bowed his head without any response.

Lin Jing suddenly noticed something was wrong, and the temperature under his palm seemed to be higher than his normal body temperature.

He no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand to reach Qi Yue's forehead-the temperature under his hand was hot.

"Qi Yue!" Lin Jing took her shoulders and helped her up from the back of the seat.

Without the support of the back of the chair, Qi Yue instantly fell into Lin Jing's arms like a lifeless puppet.

She has completely fainted.

Lin Jing frowned, and without further delay, he held her back with one hand, and put her under her knees with the other, and quickly and steadily hugged her out of the car.

He strode towards the camp, and Cheng Donglin ran behind him for a while before catching up with him.

"Wait back to camp, let me see for her."

Lin Jing seemed to turn a deaf ear, and walked towards the medical station with Qi Yue in his arms. After a while, he said ‘um’.

***

When Qi Yue woke up, the sky was completely dark.

Her head was still groggy, her body was hot and painful, her chest was stuffy, and her throat seemed to have been cut by a knife. She turned her head a little hard, and saw the hanging bottle and Su Qing standing beside the bed.

Qi Yue's eye sockets warmed in an instant: "Teacher."

Su Qing also looked at her with red eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "I almost thought you couldn't come back..."

Qi Yue twitched the corner of her mouth slowly: "I'm okay..."

Su Qing sneered: "You have a fever of 42 degrees, pneumonia. Is this okay?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly laughed at the same time.

They all know that compared to this point of illness, escaping from the dead is the hardest thing.

Su Qing suddenly leaned down and gave Qi Yue a light hug: "Welcome back to the team."

Qi Yue: "Yeah."

Su Qing: "You've been recovering well these few days. Don't worry about the medical station. You get better early, which helped me a lot."

Qi Yue: "Good teacher."

Soon after Su Qing left, a second visitor came.

Cheng Donglin walked in with a thermos bucket in his hand.

"How do you feel now?"

"It sucks." Qi Yue said dryly.

Cheng Donglin smiled: "Generally, shouldn't you say "it's better" politely?"

Qi Yue looked at him innocently: "I never lie."

Cheng Donglin: "You can be poor."

Qi Yue: "What delicious food did you bring?"

Cheng Donglin put the insulation bucket on the head of the bed, and then opened the lid.

A ray of heat rose from the thermos, and the light rice fragrant suddenly overflowed. The insulator was filled with soft and sticky white porridge.

Qi Yue glanced at the probe, revealing an expression of disgust: "Widden."

Cheng Donglin looked at her with a good temper: "You can only eat this now."

He dragged a chair and sat down by the bed, took out the washed spoon from the dining bag, stirred the porridge in the bucket slightly, scooped up a spoon and blew it, and then sent it to Qi Yue's mouth.

Qi Yue stepped aside and looked at him like a monster: "No, I'll do it myself." She was uncomfortable by his sudden thoughtfulness.

Cheng Donglin: "It's inconvenient for you to get a drip with your right hand."

Qi Yue insisted: "My left hand is just as good."

When the two of you were here when you came and I was in a stalemate, a slight muffled noise suddenly sounded at the door, like the sound of something knocking on the door panel.

Qi Yue immediately followed the prestige, and then saw a familiar figure, turning around to walk outside the door.

"Lin Jing!" Qi Yue preempted.

The man stiffened slightly, then turned and walked back.

He walked into the ward blankly and said indifferently, "I just came over and have a look. How do you feel?"

Qi Yue: "It's better..."

Cheng Donglin: "..."

Lin Jing: "..."

Qi Yue only noticed that Lin Jing was also carrying a thermos bucket: "What's in your hand?"

Lin Jing: "Oh, the cooking class stewed chicken soup at night, and I brought you some by the way."

After he finished speaking, he casually put the thermos bucket on the bedside.

Cheng Donglin smiled: "Your army's food is well served. Most of the time we eat naan, dipped in the weird bean paste. It's great to have a special cooking class."

Lin Jing turned his head and glanced at him: "You can come over for dinner if you want."

Cheng Donglin waved his hand: "I'm kidding."

Qi Yue stretched out his hand and uncovered the lid of the thermos barrel. A strong mellow smell of native chicken immediately permeated the whole room, and the meat scent was mixed with a faint medicinal scent. There was a layer of golden oily beads floating on the soup surface. Blow it gently, and the snow-white soup base suddenly appeared in front of you.

Qi Yue couldn't help sighing: "This chicken soup looks really good... Thanks."

The corner of Lin Jing's mouth stretched out a curve that was so shallow that it was almost invisible: "You take good care of your illness, I'm leaving now."