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But it's such an excellent man, but God won't let it go.

Why?

"Weide..." Just at this time, Zhang Ma came over, and after she arranged for mu Jing orange, she asked with some worry, "is Mr. very sick?"

Because with her understanding of Qu Shaochen, it's strange that he didn't appear in Mu Jingcheng's ward. Now Weide refuses to take Mu Jingcheng to see him. There must be a problem.

What's more, the medicine of Mujing orange has just been put on, but it suddenly falls asleep. Isn't it an arrangement that has been made for a long time?

Although Zhang Ma knows that she is not smart, how strange is it? If there is no problem, how can it be like this?

"Er..." Fang Weide hesitated, but at this time he collided with Ozawa's eyes.

The child grew up overnight, even his eyes became clear and sharp. He seemed to find something, more like worrying about something, so he looked at himself for a moment. In addition to worrying, he was more nervous.

At this moment, Fang Weide realized that he had to play the play to the end, otherwise It's going to get out of hand.

Ozawa is still so small, how can he withstand the blow?

"No!" Fang Weide stopped for a moment, then slightly pulled the corner of his lip, "but he didn't want his wife to worry, so he asked me to come and look at her. In fact He is in the process of transfusion, and he will get better soon according to the doctor, so Don't worry. "

"Really?" The worry on mother Zhang's face became a doubt, because with her experience over the years, things should not be what Fang Weide said, but she knows Fang Weide very well. The child either doesn't speak, or he never lies, so although she doubts, she doesn't doubt what Fang Weide said, "if it's true, then I'll rest assured."

With that, she looked back at Ozawa nervously, and the doubts and worries on her face disappeared.

Fang Weide found that after he said that, not only Zhang Ma breathed a sigh of relief, but also the nervous worry on Ozawa's face disappeared instantly.

At this moment, Fang Weide could not help but sigh that lies are really a good thing!

Unfortunately God doesn't know what lies are.

Otherwise, I hope this is also a lie he told us!

Even just a joke!

It's just, is it possible? -

in the evening, Zhang Ma and Ozawa go home. Fang Weide has been standing outside the ward of Mujing orange. When he looks at Mujing orange in the ward, and when he looks at the watch on his wrist, he frowns tightly, and his heart goes up to his throat.

Because the operation of Qu Shaochen is about to start.

He wanted to cheer for the man who was like a big brother in the past, but he didn't dare to go there because he couldn't rest assured.

At this moment, he was entangled, but he could only temporarily stand still.

Meanwhile, Qu Shaochen is being pushed to the operating room.

And now with him, in addition to Yi junyang, who else?

More than ten years of brotherhood, let two people look at each other speechless, but like a common heart to know each other's ideas.

So, before Qu Shaochen didn't speak, Yi junyang took the lead in saying, "don't worry, Jingcheng won't find out. Professor Chen added sleeping ingredients to her medicine, so if there is no accident, she will sleep until tomorrow morning. "

District Little Chen hears this speech, just want to say of words, so swallow back.

That's what he's worried about.

Now it seems that he can go in and give himself to the doctor and God.

"If..."

"No if!" Yi junyang didn't give him the chance to speak, let alone the chance to say those frustrated words. He directly blocked what he wanted to say back, "Qu Shaochen, if you can't even pass such a small level, then don't be my brother, don't let me despise you!"

The area is little Chen tiny pulled a lip Cape, but the appearance of powerless refutation.

"It's just illness. It's nothing to be afraid of." Yi junyang looked at him seriously. There was no worry on his face. Instead, he looked indifferent. "It's just a sleep. It's not that hard, is it?"

"Yes Qu Shaochen nodded his head with approval.

He's not afraid of death, and I'm not supposed to die for a while.

He just doesn't have any expectations for his future life.

He even thought about whether he would return to the C group in his hand and transfer it to the name of Mu Jingcheng before the operation.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't want to burden Mu Jingcheng, and finally gave up that idea.

In fact, now he is very lucky.

Fortunately, Mu Jingcheng didn't agree to his request for remarriage before, otherwise She may still be worried about her divorce in the future.

Now There is no such concern.Therefore, he can go in without any concern for the time being.

"Don't be so listless. You still have a wife and children to support and a big group to manage. You still have a lot of things to do." Yi junyang looked at him seriously, "so, don't dawdle, finish the operation, give me out as soon as possible, understand?"

"I understand!" Qu Shaochen still smiles.

Because otherwise, he really didn't know what to say.

He wanted to see Mu Jingcheng and even more wanted to see her before he went in.

But he knew better than anyone how much the sleeping ingredients in Mujing orange medicine were. He knew better that she would never wake up or come to see herself before that.

Although it was arranged by him, at this moment His heart was a little lonely.

Yi junyang looked at his eyes not far away and knew what he was thinking, so he sighed helplessly, "do you want me to push her over?"

At this time, it is estimated that the biggest sound and amplified music can't wake her up.

Unless the doctor intervenes, that should not be what Qu Shaochen hopes.

So the way Yi junyang can think of is to push Mu Jingcheng over and let Qu Shaochen have a look at her, so that he can safely enter the operating room.

"No!" Qu Shaochen smiles faintly, then looks at the medical staff waiting there, and then says, "I'm in..."

Yi junyang looks at him, in the heart suddenly mercilessly pulled painful for a while.

For more than ten years, Qu Shaochen has experienced too many things. Even when he was besieged by black people or even shot in Africa, he was not so weak or helpless.

But now, looking at him lying there, even talking so hard, Yi junyang's heart hurt like a knife.