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Nan Jing didn't want others to see Ting Lang's appearance at the moment, so he asked his assistant to stand at the stairs and hand him the blanket.

After Nan Jing took the blanket handed to him by the assistant, he said to the assistant: "You can go."

Nan Jing took the blanket and walked to Ting Lang's side, then wrapped Ting Lang in the blanket, and carried Ting Lang downstairs in the posture of a princess.

Nan Jing helped Ting Lang clean up and straighten it himself. He looked at the bruises and marks on Ting Lang's body. He was very satisfied with his masterpiece, even though Ting Lang looked like a lifeless doll at this time.

"Brother Lang, be obedient, we will return to China later."

Ting Lang shed tears silently, his empty eyes looked ahead, everything of last night was vivid in his memory, it was extremely painful.

Nan Jing looked at Ting Lang's pale face, wiped away the tears on his face, and kissed his slightly cool cheek.

"Brother Lang, I..."

Before Nan Jing finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang, it was the assistant's call.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"The chairman is critically ill. The dean notified me and asked me to tell you so that you can return home immediately."

"What?! What happened to grandpa?!"

After Nan Jing hung up the phone, she quickly changed Ting Lang into clean casual clothes, then carried him to the door.

Nan Jing carried Ting Lang all the way into the elevator, got on Lincoln, and when he arrived at the airport, he still held Ting Lang in his arms. Ting Lang might be really tired, and he fell asleep directly in Nan Jing's arms.

Nan Jing looked down at Ting Lang's sleeping face, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

On the plane, Nan Jing hugged Ting Lang and sat on the sofa of the plane. At this time, the sun was rising outside the window, and the golden light shone in, which happened to shine on Ting Lang's side face.

Nan Jing stared at Ting Lang's tightly closed eyes, and he leaned over and kissed his eyebrows.

"Brother Lang, if only you were so quiet and obedient all the time."

……

Nan Jing originally wanted someone to send Ting Lang home first, and he went to the hospital to see his grandfather by himself, but he was worried that Ting Lang would be alone, after all, he was still worried that Ting Lang would run away while he was not paying attention.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Ting Lang had already woken up. He asked in a daze, "Xiao Jing, where is this place? What are we doing in the hospital?"

"Grandpa is sick."

"What happened to grandpa?"

Nan Jing didn't answer Ting Lang, but walked into the hospital holding Ting Lang's hand, and went straight to the door of Grandpa Nan Jing's operating room.

At this time, there were many bodyguards standing outside the door of the operating room. When they saw Nan Jing coming, they all stepped forward to say hello.

"Young Master Jing."

"How is grandpa? What's going on? Why is he suddenly critically ill?" While Nan Jing was concerned about his grandpa, he still held Ting Lang's hand.

The old housekeeper: "The chairman is getting older and his health is getting worse and worse. He was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. He just didn't say anything, and he didn't let us tell you. That's why..."

"He won't tell if he doesn't want to? I'm his grandson, and I have the right to know." Nan Jing didn't want to pursue other things. Now he just wanted to know about his grandfather's condition, so he asked the old housekeeper directly: "How is my grandfather's condition now?" How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor is trying to rescue him inside, but he hasn't come out yet."

Nan Jing clenched his fists tightly. Although he didn't show any nervous and sad expression on his face, his heart was already pulled together, and the string in his mind was also tense, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Standing beside him, Ting Lang saw Nan Jing's clenched fist, and his heart ached.

"Xiaojing, it's okay, grandpa will be fine."

Nan Jing didn't expect Ting Lang to comfort him, so he glanced at Ting Lang in astonishment.

Nan Jing took a deep breath, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette, you wait here for me."

"Ah."

Nan Jing walked to the smoking area, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. When he lit it, his hands trembled for some reason, and he managed to light the cigarette.

He took a puff and lightly exhaled the white smoke. He stared at the blue sky in a daze, and waited until the ash dripped on his fingertips before realizing that he was still in the hospital.

He glanced down at the cigarette in his hand, sighed helplessly, and threw the cigarette into the trash can beside him.

He used to be a person who hated the smell of cigarettes, but fell in love with the smell of cigarettes because of Ting Lang.

He took a wipe from his pocket and wiped his hands, then threw the wipe away.

When he returned to the door of the operating room, the doctor happened to come out of the operating room. He rushed over anxiously and asked, "How is my grandpa?"

Doctor: "Your grandfather has something to tell you."

……

In the VIP ward, Nan Jing's grandfather was lying on a white hospital bed with a needle in his hand, while Nan Jing was guarding the side of the bed.

"grandfather."

Grandpa Nan looked at Nan Jing, raised his hand slightly, and tears fell down unconsciously, dripping on the pillow.

Nan Jing held Grandpa Nan's hand and forced a smile with difficulty.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Xiao Jing, grandpa may not have much time."

Nan Jing's eyes were red, and she fought back tears, "No, grandpa will live a long life."

"The thing I worry about most in this world is you, what should you do in the future..."