The president is dying every day

Cui Minghao got off the operating table almost exhausted, with sweat rolling on his forehead, and drank a bottle of mineral water in one go.

The head nurse passed by him and looked at him, "Doctor Cui, are you sure?"

Cui Minghao flattened the mineral water bottle. For the first time since he treated Ren Chuan for so long, he felt confident, "Yes."

What's ridiculous is that all this confidence comes from his mother's invisible, intangible, illusory love that can't be traced.

He changed into sterile clothes, took out his mobile phone from the locker, opened WeChat, and there were dozens of indiscriminate messages from Zhu Kaifeng.

Before the operation, Cui Minghao notified Zhu Kaifeng and asked him to come to the hospital and take Jiang Huan away first, at least he had to look like a human being, otherwise what would be said.

He clicked on a voice, and Zhu Kaifeng's voice came out, "Damn it, he hasn't eaten for a few days? This is the third fucking bowl, and he didn't even wait for the hot food to be served, so he swallowed the dry rice raw." .”

"Why do I feel so wrong? Did he go to Africa to dig coal and become a miner? Fuck, I sneaked a peek in the shower, skinny and skinny."

"Damn it! It's terrible, let's call the police as soon as possible, the wounds on his body are layered on top of each other, what the hell is going on!"

Zhu Kaifeng's voice trembled, "His leg...was broken..."

In the bottom line, before Zhu Kaifeng finished speaking, Jiang Huan's voice came, "Can I go back to the hospital?"

The phone screen went off, and Cui Minghao punched the locker with a fist. There was a loud bang, and the iron locker was smashed into a hole.

When Jiang Huan didn't show up, he, Zhu Kaifeng and Ren Chuan were the closest and closest people, even broken bones were covered with blood.

In the three years since Jiang Huan disappeared, what he and Zhu Kaifeng wanted to do most was to tie someone up, press him in front of Ren Chuan's hospital bed, and force him to kowtow.

But now... who is the guilty one?

What happened in three years?

Ren Chuan has been sent to the intensive care unit. The green light on the connected equipment is on, and his heart rate is also stable. No one can see the storm in his body. He is absorbing all the nutrients and charging towards the cancer cells like crazy.

When Cui Minghao was leaving, he went to the door of the intensive care unit, and bumped into Jiang Huan in the corridor. He had already taken a shower, had his hair cut, and shaved his beard cleanly. What a strange.

He stood at the door, looking at Ren Chuan lying on the bed through the glass, his eyes were so greedy, as if looking directly at the sun, his eyeballs were burned to the point of being bloodshot.

For Jiang Huan, Cui Minghao didn't have any good feelings for him now. He walked over with his hands in his pockets and coughed heavily.

Jiang Huan glanced over, and then stared at Ren Chuan.

"Stomach cancer, after surgery." Cui Minghao told him about his condition, "There is a risk of cancer cell metastasis, but it can be controlled for now."

Jiang Huan said "hmm", as if he heard it.

Cui Minghao frowned, "Why don't you ask more questions?"

Jiang Huan looked over and said very simply, "You are here, I am here."

On the contrary, Cui Minghao couldn't say anything, he looked away, "There is my bed in the duty room, I can lend it to you."

He knew that Jiang Huan would not leave the hospital.

Not far away, Zhu Kaifeng hurried over, out of breath, "Damn it, brother! You're gone without seeing you!"

Cui Minghao strode away, hooked Zhu Kaifeng's neck by the way, and took him away.

Zhu Kaifeng turned his head frequently, "Hey, what are you pulling me for..."

"Shut up." Cui Minghao rolled his eyes, "Light bulb."

The bed in the duty room did not know whether Jiang Huan was lying down or not. Cui Minghao took a look at it, and found that the quilt was neatly folded, and the bed sheet was not wrinkled.

Whenever he went to the door of the intensive care unit, he could see Jiang Huan, just staring at Ren Chuan in the ward.

I wish Kaifeng was kind enough to deliver three meals a day, no matter how much Jiang Huan had, he could eat cleanly, as if he had never eaten in eight lifetimes.

He stood at the door, glanced at Ren Chuan, took a bite of food, and couldn't feel at ease without looking at it for a second.

As for Ren Chuan, as if he was about to create a medical miracle, he opened his eyes as soon as the ventilator was taken off, and his brain was still unconscious, which startled the passing nurses.

When the visit was allowed, Jiang Huan put on protective clothing, walked to the hospital bed, shook his hands, and touched Ren Chuan's face.

With a hoarse voice, "Bao'er..."

Ren Chuanren was still in a coma, but a line of tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

"Brother is back..."

The heart rate on the instrument beat heavily, as if in response.

Only then did the silent world wake up.

The next day, Ren Chuan completely woke up and regained consciousness. His survival awareness was so strong that it was like a seed. It was unimaginable that such a weak body contained such a large amount of energy.

The first thing he said was, "Brother..."

The doctors and nurses rushed into the ward first, and Jiang Huan was the last to go in after the examination was over.

Ren Chuan tried his best to reach out his hand, wanting to touch him.

Jiang Huan held his hand firmly.

"Get well." Jiang Huan looked at him tenderly, there would be no second person with such a gaze, "Don't be so fast, don't force yourself, brother won't go, stay with you."

Ren Chuan shed tears, "Your throat..."

Jiang Huan's voice became hoarse.

When did he become such a voice?

"Singing with a smokey voice is more sexy." Jiang Huan smiled at him, "Wait for my brother to sing it to you."

"elder brother……"

Ren Chuan looked at him with red eyes, "Hold me..."

Jiang Huan refused, "Wait until you leave the hospital."

A hug, on the contrary, became a goal.

With Jiang Huan around, everyone else became idlers, irrelevant personnel, and nurses felt that they were redundant, removed needles, changed urine bags, wiped and fed, and never left.

Ren Dongsheng came to the hospital several times, but he just stood at the door of the ward and watched, refusing to open the door to go in. After watching for a while, he left alone.

Jiang Huan came back with hot water in his hand, stood at the door of the ward, looked at Ren Dongsheng who was going away, and fell silent for a moment.

He had just left for three or two minutes, and Ren Chuan in the ward couldn't take it anymore, and shouted like a baby bird, "Brother——!"

Jiang Huan walked in and told him, "Your father is here."

Ren Chuan was stunned, "He...won't come in?"

Jiang Huan knew that the problem was with himself, "I'll avoid it next time."

"No." Ren Chuan resolutely refused, "You are not allowed to leave."

"Okay." Jiang Huan said "um", "I won't go."

"Brother..." Ren Chuan looked at him. It was scorching hot summer, but Jiang Huan had long sleeves and long trousers, covering him tightly.

He stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Huan's Adam's apple, his fingers seemed to be absent, and he plucked like a feather, "Now there is no one..."

"Take off your clothes and let me see." He looked like a little hooligan, with a hint of seductiveness, "Inspect the goods and see if it's my good one."

Jiang Huan grabbed his troublesome hand, "What are you thinking?"

Ren Chuan forced him, "Show me off..."

"No." Jiang Huan refused, "It's such a big lust to still lie on the bed and can't get up."

A smile curled up on his lips, "Hook me up, are you in charge of putting out the fire?"

"Destroy." Ren Chuan went all out, "With a mouth and a hand, what can't be destroyed?"

Jiang Huan pressed his forehead, "We'll talk about it when you get better."

"Jiang Huan." Ren Chuan's face was frightened, "Don't hide it from me."

"Your voice...your legs...and your body..." Ren Chuan was trembling after saying these words, "show me..."

Jiang Huan avoided his eyes, unscrewed the buttons of his shirt one by one in silence, stretched his shoulders and arms, and the cloth fell to the ground.

He wasn't as skinny as before, but he was still skinny, his ribs were clearly visible, and what was even more frightening was that his body had layer upon layer of scars that couldn't be covered up by tattoos.

Ren Chuan shook his hands, and put his palms on his chest. Just under his palms, there was an inch-long hideous scar, which proved that Jiang Huan was so close to death.

Ren Chuan suddenly recalled what Chen Minghe had said - Slaying the Dragon in the Abyss.

To slay a dragon is to risk one's life, to survive from those sharp teeth, it is so difficult that one cannot think about it at all.

Ren Chuan was crying, and pressed his face against Jiang Huan's chest, listening to the beating heartbeat.

His knight returned in blood.

Not far away.

Ren Chuan asked him, "How did you break your leg?"

Jiang Huan's voice was very weak, "It was interrupted."

"Where's the throat?"

"It's hot."

"The wounds on my body..."

"Which one are you asking?"

After the question was asked, Ren Chuan couldn't bear it at first, he waved his hand to stop, "Forget it, don't talk about it..."

"It doesn't hurt that much." Jiang Huan said calmly, "It's not like there is no more pain."

Ren Chuan looked at him, "What hurts more?"

Jiang Huan leaned over, buried his head in his neck, and took a deep breath, "When I knew you had stomach cancer."

"When I was rushing to the hospital... I regretted it all the time, why couldn't I be faster..."

"Ren Chuan." Jiang Huan panted heavily, not wanting to recall the heart-piercing pain, "You killed me."

The most direct reaction to the almost heroic and decisive dragon slaying action was on the stock market, which was almost melted down. On the contrary, the international financial circle set off a nearly carnival feast, and people wanted to share fresh large pieces of flesh and blood.

Ren Chuan was surprised when he saw the news, and looked at the instigator of all this, "What did you do?"

Jiang Huan held chicken porridge in his hand and fed him a spoonful. He glanced at the financial report and commented very lightly on his great achievements, "I didn't do anything."

Ren Chuan wanted to say something more, but Jiang Huan took the phone away, "It's a waste of your eyes."

Ren Chuan wanted to resist a few times, but Jiang Huan gagged him with a spoonful of hot porridge, "Drink the porridge."

Mr. Ren, who was still unable to move upright, died as soon as he wanted to become a regency and seize power.

After drinking the porridge and taking the medicine, Jiang Huan went to turn off the lights and draw the curtains. Ren Chuan lay on the bed and hooked his fingers at him, "Ahem..."

That small appearance has bad intentions.

People can't lie down all the time, they have to exercise.

Jiang Huan came over and kissed him on the forehead, "Okay, sleep."

How could such a kiss be satisfying? Ren Chuan grabbed his collar and put it on his lips. No part of his body could move, only his tongue, which was flexible enough to tie a knot on the cherry stem.

When the lips and teeth were parted, they were still pulling Si'er, Ren Chuan smiled slyly, "It must be at this level anyway."

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