She has a delicate body, and she makes the abstinent Master Xi descend from the altar.

Zhao Qinglin took Jiang He to the most famous otolaryngology hospital in the imperial capital.

Walking through the neat corridor, we came to a consulting room.

The smell of disinfectant filled the room, but it did not diminish their expectations of curing Jiang He's throat.

In the consulting room.

The doctor is an old man with a white beard. He wears reading glasses and white work clothes, with professional rigor in his eyes.

Looking at Jiang He asking the doctor: "Since when did you start not being able to speak?"

Jiang He answered in sign language.

Zhao Qinglin acted as a translator: "When I was eight years old."

The white-bearded expert took Jiang He's film and looked at it carefully.

Zhao Qinglin asked: "Professor Yang, can Jiang He be cured?"

After finding out Jiang He's condition, he said in fluent language: "According to Jiang He's symptom description, her throat is not a congenital problem and can be corrected through surgery."

When Zhao Qinglin heard this, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes showing deep gratitude.

The doctor continued: "The specific time of the operation needs to be further arranged, but according to the preliminary examination, Jiang He's condition is not serious, and he should be able to return to normal speaking ability after the operation."

After hearing this, the two of them were filled with gratitude.

Zhao Qinglin thanked him repeatedly, and the doctor waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

They left the hospital, and Zhao Qinglin helped Jiang He get into the car.

At this moment, Jiang He's eyes were shining with hope. She looked at Zhao Qinglin and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Zhao Qinglin responded with a warm smile and said silently: Everything will be fine.

Today is June 25th, Jiang He’s birthday.

It should have been a day full of laughter and blessings, but it seemed a little heavy because of the upcoming surgery.

They were in a small restaurant, sitting around a birthday cake, smiling as they blew out the candles.

They cherish each other's birthday very much. It is a small comfort for Jiang He before the operation, and it is also their deep wish for the unknown future.

Before the operation, Jiang He was very nervous and afraid that he would not be able to get off the operating table.

She once had a dream in which she was on the operating table and was being chased by a group of masked men. No matter how she tried to escape, she could not escape.

This dream left her with lingering fear and made her cherish her current time even more.

Jiang He's surgery was scheduled for July [-], which was like a time bomb.

Although this was only a minor operation, Jiang He, who had never been on the operating table before, was still filled with unknown fear.

Before going to the operating table, Jiang He felt complicated.

She was very nervous and afraid that she would not be able to get off the operating table.

The fear suffocated her and left her unable to calm down.

The day before the operation, she looked at Zhao Qinglin, her eyes full of affection and reluctance.

She said to him in sign language: If I can't get off the operating table, forget about me and live a good life.

"Silly Jiang He, this surgery is not a major surgery. What are you thinking about?"

He knew that she was a brave girl, a girl worthy of his deep love.

On the day of surgery.

Jiang He put on surgical clothes and was taken into the operating room by medical staff.

She couldn't help but look back at Zhao Qinglin, her eyes full of firm belief and expectation.

Zhao Qinglin held Jiang He's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with worry and encouragement.

He watched her being pushed into the operating room, silently praying for her safety.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be waiting for you outside." Zhao Qinglin said.

Jiang He nodded.

Her heartbeat quickened and her palms became sweaty.

But she knew the surgery was crucial to her future and she couldn't back down.

Although Zhao Qinglin also knew that this operation was not serious, he was indeed affected by Jiang He.

The operation began and time seemed to stop flowing.

Zhao Qinglin was waiting outside the operating room, feeling nervous and excited.

He kept looking at the time on his watch, looking forward to the end of the operation.

He knew that it was a test of their love.

In the operating room, Jiang He was lying on the operating table, surrounded by cold medical equipment, and the ticking sound of the machine could be heard in his ears.

The operating room was filled with the sound of instruments and the chatter of medical staff.

Jiang He lay on the operating table, looking at the operating light above his head, his heart filled with awe and anticipation.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly, and waited for the operation to begin.

Time seemed to have stood still, and Jiang He felt that his body no longer belonged to him.She could feel the cold feeling of the scalpel across her throat, the intrusion of the anesthetic, and the sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

A few hours later, the surgery was over.

The doctor walked out of the operating room with a smile and a comforting look on his face.

Zhao Qinglin looked at the doctor with gratitude and respect in his heart.

The surgery went extremely smoothly.

When Jiang He was pushed out of the operating room, Zhao Qinglin immediately greeted him.

He looked at Jiang He's closed eyes and tired face, and his heart was filled with gratitude and distress.

He knew that this girl had gone through too much hardship and pain, but she had always maintained a strong and optimistic attitude.

Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were firm.

She looked at Zhao Qinglin, her eyes full of gratitude and love.

The surgeon saw Zhao Qinglin's nervous expression and comforted him: "Don't worry, the operation was successful. Your girlfriend will be able to speak soon."

"Thank you."

Zhao Qinglin looked at Jiang He on the surgical trolley, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He held her hand tightly, his heart full of expectations and hopes for the future.

"you're great!"

Zhao Qinglin leaned down and kissed Jiang He's forehead gently.

Jiang He smiled slightly and said nothing.

But what I was thinking was: Brother Qinglin, I can finally call you.

Her throat was still anesthetized and she couldn't make a sound.

But she knew it was all worth it.

*
After Wen Yunran's fever subsided, Xi Jin took her out of the hospital.

On the way, Xi Jin's cell phone rang.

He swiped to answer.

Wen Yunran looked at him.

She didn't know what the person on the phone said, but she only saw the expression on Xi Jin's face gradually darken.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yunran asked: "What's wrong?"

Xi Jin frowned slightly: "Something happened to Xi Chi."

Wen Yunran's pupils flashed.

The two came to Imperial Hospital soon.

Outside the rescue room.

Xi Muchen sat on a stainless steel chair and smoked.

His hair was a little messy, but his suit was neat.

There are already many cigarette butts piled up in the trash can next to it.

The nurse passed by him while patrolling the room and reminded: "Sir, you can't smoke here."

"Feel sorry."

Xi Muchen put out his cigarette.

Xi Muchen doesn't smoke often. He has always maintained a gentlemanly and elegant style.

Now that he was smoking so fiercely, it was obvious that something had happened to him that made him extremely unhappy.

Xi Jin walked over quickly: "Father."

Xi Mu Shen raised his head and glanced at Xi Jin and Wen Yunran behind him.

"How is Achi?" Xi Jin asked.

Xi Muchen handed over a document on the seat next to him without saying a word.

"I was rescued in the ICU two hours ago, but there is no news yet."

"They just asked me to sign this."

Xi Muchen's voice was pale and weak.

Even a tough guy who has been in the market for a long time appears weak when faced with the lives of his closest relatives.

Xi Jin glanced at the document title: [Notification of Critical Illness]

He felt his heart throbbing for a moment, but he still calmly said: "Where is mom?"

Xi Muchen said, "She couldn't bear the blow and fainted. Now she is resting inside."