Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 658 Guilty Shackles (27) (Add more)

  He turned himself in and went to jail.

  The single cell in the prison is very small, so small that it only has an inch of space.

  He wanted to stay there alone, he didn't want to go anywhere, he didn't want to do anything.

   Even, he began to feel that it would be good to die there.

  The dream is still happening every day, like a ghost, lingering.

  It is like a drill, constantly deepening the void and nowhere in his heart.

  An indescribable sense of loss was constantly expanding, fermenting, and eroding his heart.

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  By the time I turned to the last page, the clock on the wall of the apartment had already pointed to three o'clock at night.

  Three o'clock is a good time to fall asleep in the dead of night.

  The fruit on the fruit plate has been eaten, and there is not a drop of tea in the cup.

  Yun Si's gaze stayed on the computer screen for a long time, like a statue.

  Shen Zhichu hasn’t come back yet, but he sent her a text message.

   Said that she would come back at seven in the morning and would bring her breakfast.

  Yun Si slowly leaned back in the chair, wearing glasses and crossing her arms.

  The fundus of the eyes flickered slightly, and the expression was unclear.

   After a long time, she gently closed the computer.

   Then, she picked up the phone.

   "The thing before, I promise you."

   One word, sent it.

  Mr. Shen didn't reply right away. It seemed that he was either asleep or...still busy.

  Moville Hospital, the entrance of the senior VIP operating room.

  Outside the cold corridor, the surgical lamp at the door was quietly shining red, reflected on the smooth tiled floor, like a scythe wielded by the **** of death, without a trace of warmth.

  In the waiting seat outside the door, the president's wife, secretary and assistants were all sitting there, waiting anxiously.

  The operating light is still red, which means that the operation inside is not over yet.

  From eight o'clock in the evening to now, the operation has lasted for seven hours, and no doctor came out halfway.

   Occasionally, when a nurse came out to pick up things, she couldn't explain clearly. She only said that the situation inside was good, and it was good to trust Dr. Shen.

  No one outside spoke, the special police guarded the corridor with guns, and the whole corridor seemed to be silenced in depression.

   Time passed by, and the night outside gradually changed from dark to light.

  The sun is about to come out, and a gleam of light in the east is almost there.

  The red light at the entrance of the operating room finally went out at a certain second.

  In an instant, the red light turned into a green light, indicating that the operation was over.

  The guards outside the operating room stood up in unison in an instant.

  The president's wife stayed up all night and had some hypoglycemia. The secretary next to her supported her and stood at the door, looking forward through the window of the door.

   Soon, a man in a green surgical gown came out, wearing a mask, only showing a pair of indifferent eyes.

   "Doctor Shen, how is it? Is the operation going well?"

  The President's wife asked eagerly.

  Dr. Shen took off his gloves and spoke calmly,

   "Madam, please rest assured that the operation went well. The patient needs to be admitted to the intensive care unit for three days for observation. If the condition is good within these three days, he can be transferred to the general ward to wait for recovery."

  Hearing this, the president's wife let out a long sigh of relief, and patted her chest, "That's good, that's good, God bless, God bless."

   "Dr. Shen, thank you very much, this operation has worked hard for you."

   "Ma'am, you are welcome, these are what I should do."

  (end of this chapter)