Overhead currents are heavenly masters

The VIP exclusive ICU, which was originally calm and peaceful, instantly became a battlefield for racing against the god of death.

"Come back? Come again!" Someone was doing CPR for him.

"No! Come again..."

"It still doesn't work! Come again! Take turns!"

"What's going on? It's been quite stable before..."

The person sleeping on the hospital bed was neither handsome nor heroic, at least not far from the physical standard he had been exercising and required himself to achieve.It looked so pale, thin, weak and fragile.In just one month, he has become like this?

It's fucking ugly!Guan Yunheng turned his face away, no longer paying attention to the body.He easily penetrated the wooden door, and there were more than a dozen black-clothed bodyguards standing in the family waiting area, each with a serious expression and strong body.The tallest one was carrying a handkerchief, crying so hard that he got a headache.

"It's still the same." Guan Yun patted the man's shoulder horizontally, looking at the old man sitting in the middle with the Dama Jindao——

Guan Long, brother Pao of Shancheng was born.When he was young, he traveled north alone.Start Starlight from scratch and let it grow.Who doesn't respectfully call him "Dragon Lord" outside?

Guan Yunheng called out in a low voice, "Grandpa."

The old man raised his eyes with a feeling: "... How about going to see the situation?" He calmly ordered one of his subordinates.

"I'll go, I'll go." The brawny man whose entire veil was wet from crying interjected, sobbing.

Guan Long glared at him: "I don't need you. Guan Peng, sit down for me! Pang Gang, you go."

Guan Peng withered instantly.He sat down on the bench like a well-trained large dog.It was quiet for less than five seconds, and the tears fell down again.

Guan Yunheng: "...I'll go!" Can you please stop crying!Do you think he came back to attend his memorial service?

He left so suddenly, I don't know if that boy Qin Yue found out?Hmph, definitely not.When he was pulled back to the hospital, the boy was affectionately holding Wang Xiaoqing's hand and getting into the police car, not to mention turning around, without even blinking his eyelids.

Then again.The kid should be relieved to find that he is gone, right?After all...he is not considered human at all, at most he is just an "outsider".

Guan Yunheng opened the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Very good." Poor and sleazy, the apartment is an optimized version of a slum.The fat cat blinds BB all day long, and the chatter is annoying to death.What's even more disgusting is that there are rat spirits who occasionally come to visit.In addition, he wanted to complain a long time ago, the aesthetics of that finger puller is so ugly!It is estimated that there is no uglier one on the market!

Great, they finally got rid of each other.Freed!If it wasn't because he was not healthy now, he would have to go to the bar for a drink.

When Pang returned, he was followed by two doctors.The young one is responsible for introducing the rescue plan and process with long and obscure professional terms, while the older one is responsible for humanistic care for the family members.

"Everyone is really performing their duties, the division of labor is clear, and it reflects extremely high professionalism. No wonder Jimin has expanded at an astonishing rate in recent years, and the feedback from patients is almost the best in the imperial capital." Guan Yunheng commented from the sidelines.If it wasn't him who was lying in it, he really wanted to evaluate the possibility of cooperating with Jimin.For example, the hospice program that he's always been interested in...

Guan Long raised his hand and interrupted them: "Stop! I understand what you mean, but I'm not completely sure. To put it more plainly, I'm afraid I'm not even half sure. Am I right?"

When the old man was young, he had a pair of sharp eagle eyes. When he stared at people intently, he had a terrifying courage.Later, this point was passed down to Guan Yunheng from generation to generation.However, Guan Yunheng discovered today that the old man's eyes were no longer clear and sharp, they had become cloudy, tired, and even filled with silent longing.

The doctors exchanged glances and fell silent.

The old man's teeth were always clenched, and his jaw showed a hard and stubborn line.His spine was straight, his chest was raised, and his expression was calm.It is still the unshakable "Dragon Master" who is familiar to the people around him.It seems that all the twists and turns of fate are insignificant little waves.

"Yes, Mr. Guan. We are very sorry. Even in today's extremely advanced medical technology... the final result needs to take into account Mr. Xiao Guan's will to survive, as well as... luck."

"I see. Thank you. The plan will be determined according to Yun Heng's situation. I trust the doctor's judgment."

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Guan, for your support and understanding. We will definitely do our best, after all, he is still so young..." Although the Guan family is backed by a big tree, the Guan family cannot afford to offend.The family members were able to reason in this way, and the doctors felt relieved.

After signing all kinds of informed consent forms brought by the doctor, Guan Long ordered: "Pang Gang, send the doctor."

The doctors waved their hands again and again: "No, no, no. Mr. Guan, it's so late, why don't you go home and rest? Don't Mr. Xiao Guan wake up and you fall down again." What's more... being "sent away by family members in your own hospital ", always feel weird?

"Uncle, do you have a cap on your pen?" Guan Peng reminded him in a low voice when he saw him staring at the doctor's back in a daze.The eyes of the two-meter-long man were swollen into walnuts, which seemed awkward no matter how you looked at them.

Guan Long just let out a "huh" and touched the cap of the pen in his pocket with one hand.With a swipe of the finger, the pen fell to the ground with a "snap".He stood up abruptly, bent down and reached out to pick it up.After all, he was getting old, such abrupt movements made his eyes darken, and he almost slipped and fell.

Guan Peng supported his elbow: "Uncle, I'll come. Don't worry. Boss Daji has his own destiny, and he will be fine! Or, as the doctor said, you go home and rest first, and my brother and I Just stay here and make sure nothing goes wrong!"

The old man sat back slowly and touched the pen: "No, I want to be here. Pang Gang, go to the hotel opposite and book a room for me."

"Lord Dragon!"

"What? I can't control you anymore, can I?" The old man coughed twice, his voice raised two octaves: "I, Guan Long, is now in charge of Xingguang! Not satisfied? Tell that brat to wake up quickly!! "

"..." He stinks, does he smell good?

This pen... Isn't it the birthday present he gave the old man 20 years ago?When I received it, the old man was critical in all aspects.For a while, he said that the body of the pen was not made of 24k pure gold, and for a while he thought that the top of the pen was not set with diamonds.He was so angry that he didn't talk to him for three days.So it's still there?

Suddenly, Guan Yunheng was captured by a huge force and dragged to another space brutally.He was shocked and lost consciousness.

The miasma.This was Guan Yunheng's first feeling when he woke up.Surrounded by the strange aroma of burnt incense candles.Then came the fine-grained pain, from head to toe, every inch was fully cared for, and no one was spared.After the pain, there was another burst of numbness, so numb that he couldn't even move his fingertips.

He seemed to be sinking into a nightmare from which he could not break free, and he was so manic that he wanted to roar, but he couldn't make any sound.

The sound of the flute, if illusory or illusory, sometimes disappears.The man stood by the window with his back to him.A beam of moonlight illuminates the figure of the man from the window.All the scenes suddenly become vivid and tender.The restlessness and uneasiness in his heart gradually subsided, and the pain began to miraculously ease.

How could anyone have such a slender neck?It seems that it will be broken if you try hard.The position and curvature of the joints are also quite beautiful.Guan Yunheng thought inexplicably.

"That's enough. He's fine. Xiaoyue, don't wear it too much." The flute sound stopped suddenly, and an unfamiliar male voice echoed in the room.

"Zhu Ming, let me play for a while. It's probably my fault. The tortoise exorcises evil spirits, and the suppression of ghost spirits is an indiscriminate attack. Why did I forget?"

"Hmph." Zhu Ming's spirit sounded very unhappy: "I think you are worrying too much. That spinning turtle is at least a thousand years old, and it's not stupid, so it will restrain itself. It's probably because this person is already out of spirits. Stable, that's why there will be tearing. You can mend it casually, and it's almost enough."

Xiang Liu also echoed: "That's right, I think what Zhu Ming said makes sense. Cough cough cough, smoked for so long, it choked me to death."

It squeezed the window slit wider with its body: "Why are you so serious, really..."

Guan Yunheng couldn't help it anymore: "What do you mean casually making up?" Just forget about the cat.This flute usually doesn't talk, how can it make people so angry when it talks!

Qin Yue put down his flute, stepped forward to check his situation: "Mr. Guan, how do you feel?"

"It hurts, numbs, smokes."

"...looks like you're recovering well."

Guan Yunheng: "..." It's you again? !It was he himself who asked how he felt, and was it wrong for him to tell the truth?

Zhu Ming added emphatically, "literally."

Guan Yunheng exploded directly: "Your surname is Qin, why are you so annoying whether it's the cat you raise or the flute you use!!"

Zhu Ming was fine, but felt childish, so he just kept silent.But Xiangliu immediately became furious: "The surname is Guan, who do you say hates it?"

"You, and that red flute!"

"Damn it. I'll kill you right away, so you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

"Come on, it's a dog if you don't come! Didn't you make a contract and can't eat souls?"

"...Qin Yue, what are you doing to save him? Just let him die!"

Qin Yue: "..." It's too difficult for him, really!

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