Mr. Mu has special provocative skills

And Qi Junqing also started to get busy here.

He had previously registered a company with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, named Junqing Culture Co., Ltd., with a registered capital of 200 million.Chen Qiao technology shares, design and production of the website.As for Lian Jin'an, he volunteered to take over all the outreach work, and he was fully responsible for attracting investment and advertising.

At the beginning, almost no one was optimistic about this project, because it was too huge a project, and it was definitely not something that a few teenagers could support.

Even Mu Hua thought they were just playing around.

But he doesn't mind letting him practice and practice.

Finally, the day before Mu Yunting's surgery, the website was launched.

The website is very beautiful, the interface is light pink, with white bubbles floating on it, representing dreams and dreams.

Because the target audience is mainly girls in middle and high schools, it is designed in this way.

Qi Junqing was happily talking to Mu Yunting on the phone about how amazing this website is, what functions it has, and what profitable businesses it has.Can't help but forget the time.

It wasn't until he heard a nurse shouting from Mu Yunting's side that he remembered that he couldn't use his mobile phone much the day before the operation.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

"It's okay, I want to hear more from you."

"Hang up. Tomorrow, come on."

"……Um."

Said to hang up the phone, but in fact no one moved, listening to each other's breathing, let the time pass by.

In the end, it was Mu Yunting who finally said, "I'm dead, you should go to bed early."

"……Um."

After waiting for another 2 minutes, Qi Junqing heard a "beep" sound coming from his ear, he sighed, and also hung up the phone.

Yun Ting, I miss you, miss you.

I want to kiss you, I want to hug you.

So, you're all right, come back.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, it was a very important moment for all the Mu family and Qi Junqing.

Mu Yunting was pushed into the operating room.

Before he fell into a coma, he left a sentence, "Turn on the speakerphone."

The doctor didn't dare to disobey, so he had to follow suit.On the other end of the phone were the three fidgeting Mu Hua.

Outside the door stood Mu Yuming, who had disappeared for a long time, and Lawyer Liu, who was holding a briefcase in his hand.

"Lawyer Liu, you..." Obviously, Mu Yuming was surprised to see Lawyer Liu here.

She happened to be relaxing in Country R to make up for her emotional trauma.Some time ago, there was no communication. It wasn't until Mu Hua sent his assistant to find her that she knew that her son was on the verge of life and death several times without her knowing it.

She was so frightened that she was really an incompetent mother. From before to now, she has always taken care of herself.

Seeing Lawyer Liu appearing here now, she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, "Ms. Mu, this is Mr. Mu's will, which has been notarized. Mr. Mu entrusted me, if something happens to him..."

"..." Mu Yuming tried to take the file bag with trembling hands, but she tightly covered her mouth with the other hand to keep herself from crying.

"Ms. Mu, Mr. Mu has ordered that if he comes out of the operating room safely, there is no need to show this will. So excuse me, I can't give you the file bag for the time being."

"He... did he say anything else?"

"Yes, he said, you will always be his mother."

"Woooo..." Mu Yuming couldn't take it anymore, and finally fell down on the bench.

At this time, the red light in the operating room was still on, and a thrilling operation was going on inside.

In fact, if Mu Yunting's congenital heart is to be completely cured, the only way is to change the heart, but it is not so easy to wait for a donor, so he just performed heart repair surgery first.If this operation is successful, it will greatly reduce the probability of recurrence in the future.Although it cannot be completely cured, at least it can be no different from ordinary people.

As for the source of the heart, wait a little longer.

Although Mu Yunting was in a coma, his consciousness was clear. For a moment, he felt his soul leave his body and float in mid-air, watching the doctor cut his chest open with a scalpel.

I saw the restless heart that troubled me for most of my life.It was bright red, densely veined, beating weakly but firmly.

He even saw the mobile phone that had not interrupted the call three or four meters away from the operating table, emitting a yellowish light.He knew that all the people who cared about him were gathered around another landline waiting for the verdict.

Suddenly, his consciousness was in a trance, and he returned to his body.

At [-]:[-], the wound was finally sutured, stitch by stitch, very fine.

At a quarter past thirteen, the red light in the operating room went out.

Mu Yunting was pushed out unconsciously, with an oxygen mask on his face and a drip on his hand.The body swayed slightly with the movement of the push bed.

"Yunting!"

"Doctor, how is my son?"

"The operation was successful, but we need to observe for a few days. Regarding the precautions after the operation, I will let the nurse go to the ward to tell you. The patient is very strong, congratulations, ma'am."

"Woo!" Mu Yuming held his limp and drooping hand, as if she hadn't held her son's hand like this since Mu Yunting was four years old.

She held onto it tightly, as if it could impart strength to him.

She followed the mobile hospital bed to the observation room, and watched the doctor move her son up and install various instruments.

She sat next to them and watched them walking back and forth blankly. It was not until a nurse came over to explain to her the precautions that she came back to take a pen and a pen to write them down.

And in City B of country Z, in the Mu family's mansion, the three of them heaved a sigh of relief when they heard that the operation was over.

This morning was probably the longest morning they had ever spent.

Until Mu Yunting was safe and sound, they finally felt that they were alive again.Especially Qi Junqing, as soon as he relaxed, he felt dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, and he could hardly stand up.

He couldn't wait to run over there, wanting to see with his own eyes how he was doing.

"Jun Qing, do you really want to go there? But isn't your website at a critical moment?"

"Yes, Grandma, I'm going. I can't wait!"

"This, but you alone..."

"Just go, let Xiao Li accompany you." Mu Hua made a final decision.

In this way, Qi Junqing's itinerary to country R was decided.

At this time, Mu Yunting was still in a coma before the anesthesia had passed, he didn't know that his little boy boarded the plane so willfully, and was on his way to a foreign country.

When Qi Junqing flew to the hospital, he was still unconscious and lay quietly on the bed.

In the whole ward, there was only the sound of "didi, didi" from the electrocardiogram.

Qi Junqing didn't really feel that this person was still alive until this moment.He still has breathing and temperature.

He walked over and tentatively put his hand on the back of his hand.