The Three Thousand Harem of the Fake Empress

On May 5, Xiehe Hospital.

The little nurse hurriedly pushed the door of the consultation room, found Murong Anran on duty, and bluffed, "The inpatient department called and said that Ji Jinrong was lying on the railing of the corridor on the seventh floor, and no one would respond to any persuasion. It seemed that he was about to jump off the building!"

Murong Anran was taken aback for a moment, then got up from the chair and strode out of the lounge. Without waiting for the elevator, she ran up several stairs with her long legs, then bypassed the outpatient building and ran to the first floor of the inpatient department.

Several elevators are in operation.

At noon, family members brought their lunch boxes and waited. Murong took a look at Anran, not wanting to be delayed or to delay others, so he walked up the stairs quickly.

The nurse behind managed to catch up, and when she saw someone, she walked up the stairs again, but she had no choice but to follow.

Murong Anran took two steps and rushed up the corridor.

"Ji Jinrong!" Murong Anran walked towards the person aggressively.

Looking back, Ji Jinrong saw a thin and pale face, with sunken eye sockets, pale lips, and his 1.8m[-] body was skinny due to illness. He was covered in a large hospital gown, and the trouser legs looked empty.

"An Ran!" Ji Jinrong smiled.

"Bastard, come here." Murong Anran approached, stretched out his hand to grab his collar, and carried him away with some strength.

Ji Jinrong staggered and fell to the wall.

"What are you doing so hard? I'm a terminally ill person~"

"Ask me what I'm doing, what are you doing yourself!"

"Me? Bask in the sun!" Ji Jinrong pointed to the top of his head, "After the cold spring, don't you want to bask in the warm sun in early summer?"

Murong Anran criticized unceremoniously, "Your own VIP room has its own balcony, what kind of sun do you come here for!"

"It's full of smelly disinfectant water, it's rare that I can persist in walking for a while today," Ji Jinrong asked with a smile, "You don't think I'm going to jump off the building, do you?"

Murong Anran didn't speak, the little nurse behind said: "The nurse won't try to persuade you back anyway, seeing you clinging to the railing, how can you not be afraid, if you have any troubles, they will not only be criticized."

"Xiao Ran, you go back first, I'm here."

"En." Xiao Ran felt relieved, with An Ran around, no matter how painful Ji Jinrong was, he would not jump off the building.

Murong Anran walked up to the people and asked earnestly: "Let me ask you, do you have any thoughts of committing suicide in your mind?"

"No," Ji Jinrong replied helplessly and firmly, leaning his elbows on the railing and looking up, "I haven't had it since I met you...whether it's medicine, a syringe, or a scalpel. Tortured day and night, I gritted my teeth and persisted."

"You don't like the pretty girls outside, but you prefer my style?" Murong Anran said angrily, "Young master, is this the taste?"

"What? Is my taste not good enough?" Ji Jinrong looked him up and down, "Director Murong, believe it or not, you can make people stop and look back by putting on a skirt by yourself?"

Murong Anran was not annoyed, the other party's time was running out, she didn't care about this kind of talk, and Ji Jinrong himself had always been like this, and usually liked to make the nurse happy.

"shallow!"

"If you're not superficial, you're not a man," Ji Jinrong narrowed his eyes with a smile. His face that had been tortured by illness disappeared, but his bones were still impeccable, with high browbones, deep eyes, and a straight nose. He said, "It's also strange. When I was not sick, there were so many flowers, countless girls threw themselves into my arms, all kinds of girls, pure, immature, sexy, none of them could catch my heart... The first time I met you, I recognized you, like... Picking up the baby again."

"It's because I don't like you that you think I'm strange. In order to prove that you are good enough, you vowed to collect me."

"No! It's definitely not a collection!" Ji Jinrong shook his head and sighed softly, "You don't know that feeling, and I can't describe it. In short, if you look at ten thousand years, this life is yours."

"I can't see that you are quite affectionate."

"What's the use of being affectionate?" Ji Jinrong sneered a few times, resting his chin in his hand, and looked into the void, "People who are dying are not qualified to talk about liking. I don't want to be too close to you, causing you a psychological burden. In case When I die one day, I don't want to see you cry."

Murong Anran didn't speak. After a while, she encouraged dryly, "You have been included in the waiting list, and you have a match again. Wait slowly, maybe..."

"You can't say that." Ji Jinrong waved his hand with a warm face, "If you can't wait, let it be. If you die, you don't need to involve good people."

"Your situation is not terrible, the medicine and equipment can last for a while, don't be pessimistic, there will always be miracles!"

"Do you think that patients with end-stage heart failure with a life expectancy of less than one year still have a chance?" Ji Jinrong gasped out a heavy breath in his chest, and said with difficulty: "Besides, there are no miracles in this world. You deserve to live and die. Providence."

Murong Anran walked up to the man, grabbed the man's bony arm with five fingers, and advised: "It's up to man to make things happen. You have to do your best to persevere, and I will do my best to treat him."

Ji Jinrong turned his face away, and the other elbow couldn't help moving up, halfway, but then stopped.

"Forget it, let me give you a hug." Murong Anran said

"No!" Ji Jinrong hid his hands behind his back, "An Ran, I don't want your sympathy."

Helpless, Murong Anran had no choice but to accompany others, walking to the ward together.At this moment, the phone in her pocket rang, she slowed down, took it out and took it.

The other side was excited to say something.

After hanging up the phone, Murong Anran looked at the people around him, and said a little excitedly: "Ji Jinrong, a miracle has happened!"

Soon, a death-fighting operation was in full swing in the ICU of Union Medical College Hospital.

Academician Murong Jingmin is the chief surgeon, and there are five assistants, one of whom is Murong Anran.

Father and daughter went into battle together, vowing to successfully complete the heart replacement operation.

Everything is ready, Ji Jinrong has already entered dormancy, and has also entered the critical moment of life and death.

A heart that had just arrived was lifted out of the coolant by Murong Anran.

The moment his palms were pressed against his heart, Murong Anran froze, and for some reason, the tears in his eyes flooded violently without warning.

Seeing people like this, the deputy called softly, and by the way, used tweezers to hold a ball of sterile cotton, and wiped away Murong Anran's tears.

But tears are like an endless river, rushing down endlessly.

Murong Jingmin walked by, sternly said: "An Ran, surgery!"

Dazed, Murong Anran raised her tears, her hands were trembling, and she stammered: "The hospital, the dean... I... I... I seem... I can't do surgery."

"This is respect for life, and I won't allow you to give up," Murong Jingmin said solemnly: "The Murong family doesn't have any cowards who run away!"

Murong Anran's voice was hoarse and choked up: "Dad...Dad."

"I don't care what your mentality is, Ji Jinrong's life is half in your hands. Cooperate with me and let the brat live in the sun!"

Live in the sun!

Murong Anran looked at the sleeping man, thinking of Ji Jinrong's despair that could not be concealed, she bit her molars to death, calmed down quickly, and threw herself into the 'battle' with the benevolence and perseverance of a doctor.

……

After several hours, the operation exceeded expectations, and Murong Anran ran out of the operating room almost as if fleeing from an abyss.

She leaned against the wall of the living room, crying hoarsely.

A group of nurses stood outside and whispered, but they didn't dare to come in rashly.

Not long after, Murong Jingmin walked into the lounge slowly, exhausted all over. He poured down half a bottle of mineral water, closed the door, sat down and accompanied him silently.

Murong Anran couldn't hold back her tears, she stared at her father and said in pain, "Dad, Dad, Dad!"

Three helpless and hesitant calls made Murong Jingmin's eyes wet.

He patted his shoulder to comfort him, "This is the first heart transplant operation in your life. Dad can understand your emotions. All those who voluntarily donate their organs are worthy of our tears and admiration."

"No! Dad! It feels different! That person's heart... is in front of me, and I feel a huge suffocation, and my internal organs are all broken! It's too painful!" Murong Anran raised her red eyes, and held onto the other person tightly. Hold on, "Dad, my heart seems to have gone! It's empty here, it hurts like hell, it hurts like hell!"

Facing the people who were crying like rain, Murong Jingmin didn't know where her daughter's strong sadness came from.

Doctors should be benevolent, but this benevolence should not become the weight that breaks down the fighting spirit.

Physicians, the most important thing is to look down on life and death, gather all your strength, and take the next patient seriously.

"An Ran, we cannot be affected or defeated by emotions. The dedication of the dead is paramount, and we must improve our skills." Murong Jingmin encouraged: "Holding the death of one person through your hands is the rebirth of two people. You, no one is responsible!"

Murong Jingmin walked out of the lounge. In the room, Murong Anran was still affected by sensitive and extreme emotions.

Some emotions need to be digested alone, and some sadness needs to be endured by oneself.

To live in this world is to practice.

The result or not depends on the understanding.

But what Murong Jingmin never expected was that since Ji Jinrong succeeded in changing his mind, Murong Anran could no longer lift a scalpel.

Grief and fear spread throughout his body, his limbs trembled uncontrollably, and Murong Anran's heart became sick.

Faced with blood and organs full of negativity and hopelessness, these fatal factors crushed her.

After three months of psychotherapy, nothing changed.

Murong Anran bid farewell to the operating table, bid farewell to the bloody struggle of the first half of his life.

The graduation certificate and a series of certificates were torn clean, and the doctor who had cured tens of millions of patients had changed his identity and became an incurable patient.

Ji Jinrong opened the door, his eyes fell on the people curled up in the corner, his heart tightened, he was disturbed by inexplicable emotions, and he stepped forward.

"An Ran, I survived." He said.

Murong Anran raised her haggard face, looked up at the person standing beside her, lowered her head again, hugged her knees, and said nothing.

"I'm cured, what about you?" Ji Jinrong knelt down and said calmly, "Why... are you so terminally ill that there is no cure?"

The body curled up as best as possible, and the fallen doctor didn't want to get close to anyone.

"I heard from my uncle that your illness is caused by this heart in my chest?"

Before waiting for the answer, Ji Jinrong smiled softly, his eyes were like torches, he raised his hands, and slowly undid the buttons, one by two and three by three.

"What are you doing!"

Ji Jinrong didn't answer the other party's question. He unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and slowly opened the shirt with his long hands. There was a long brown scar like a centipede, which surrounded the left half of his chest. "Every time it beats, you feel pain." I feel bad for a while. If you collapsed and withered because of this heart, then this heart is guilty!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Murong Anran scolded angrily with red eyes, "It's not guilty!"

Ji Jinrong rubbed the scar with his fingertips, "Before I changed my heart, I couldn't see a glimmer of hope. I was like a walking corpse. It was true that I liked you, but I never had any expectations. Until this operation came, I was filled with infinite hope." Man, your whole body is boiling like fire, lying on the operating table, seeing you in full armor, you know that this hurdle will definitely pass through safely. The operation is successful, I thought you would be happy, and I would be happy too... But we, everyone Not happy. I began to loathe the pain this heart caused us. If so, this heart replacement operation is a sin!"

Ji Jinrong stood up, his face full of loneliness, he turned around and walked out the door, sighing as he walked, "I can't absolve you of the blame for what you are like now... Although I can't dig out my heart and give it back to that person, I can't help it." I won’t be taking anti-rejection medicine anymore, I’ll let it stop little by little, and return to the original appearance of you admiring it.”

Murong Anran stretched out the hand of the distant figure, and tried hard for a long time, but the voice in his throat was not forced out.

Ji Jinrong went downstairs, and shook his head facing Murong Jingmin who had been waiting for a long time, then walked through the living room and walked out the door.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the autumn sunshine is like gold powder rushing down from the sky, sprinkled on a relieved face.

sometimes.

To lose means to gain.

To get, is doomed to lose.

Eternal incompleteness is not a word for sympathy.

"Ji Jinrong!"

"what?"

Ji Jinrong suddenly looked back, seeing Murong Anran trembling step by step.

The distance between them is not far away, but he feels that these ten steps are a thousand years old.

Murong Anran stepped forward and mustered up his courage, "Let me listen to its voice."

"it is good!"

In the summer wind, Ji Jinrong opened his big arms, letting the stars fall into his arms.

The link jumped into the body with a thud, violently shaking the limbs and bones, in the hustle and bustle of love, Murong Anran found a trace of familiar frequency.

For the second time, her heart fluctuated uncontrollably.

Murong Anran's eyes were filled with tears, she held onto him tightly, and asked as if praying to a god, "I love you, but I don't know why I love you."

Ji Jinrong returned his tenderness: "Then take this doubt and live well."