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Seeing her embarrassment, Shen Wan felt distressed, and immediately took off her coat and put it on Ruan Qianya's shoulders.

"The operation is not over yet, and I don't know what's going on."

"Okay. I'll wait." Ruan Qianya said dully, and stood stiffly on the spot.

Shen Wan put her hands on her waist and persuaded softly: "I don't know how long it will take, please sit down first."

"No need." Ruan Qianya replied lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the operating room opened, and Jing Yihong was pushed out first.

Ruan Qianya walked to him immediately, seeing the gauze wrapped around his head thickly, her eyes were red with distress.

"Don't worry too much about the family members. He was only hit on the head. The wound is not deep, but there may be a concussion. We have to wait until he wakes up to observe."

Ruan Qianya felt a little relieved, endured her distress, and watched the nurse push Jing Yihong into the ward.

She then asked, "Where's Nangong He? How is he?"

"Master Nangong was injured by a knife. The knife penetrated from the back, and the penetration was deep and close to the heart, so the operation has certain risks. We are still working hard."

In the two operating rooms, one light was off and the other was still on, indicating that Nangong He was still wandering between life and death.

On the other hand, the subordinates completed the task and went back to their orders, complacently thinking that Mu Ningfeng would praise them for their good work, but what they got was Mu Ningfeng's sullen eyes.

"Who told you to use the knife! A bunch of idiots!" Mu Ningfeng cursed angrily, and his men were too scared to say a word.

All he needs is to snatch back Nangong He's mobile phone and destroy the evidence that can testify against him. If someone is killed right now, it will be endless trouble!
The subordinate said tremblingly, "I... I thought you meant that you could..."

"Get out!"

Before the subordinate finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Ningfeng's angry reprimand. The subordinate hurriedly shut up and disappeared from Mu Ningfeng's face.

At the right time, Mu Ningfeng's phone vibrated a few times. It was a message from Shen Wan, with only a simple sentence.

"Nangong He was attacked, does it have anything to do with you?"

Mu Ningfeng didn't reply, and threw the phone aside.

Shen Wan was standing in the stairwell at this time, anxiously dialing Mu Ningfeng's phone number, she just wanted to verify it, so that she could feel at ease.

As long as Mu Ningfeng said that this matter had nothing to do with him, then Shen Wan would believe him without hesitation.

But what she waited for was the notification that Mu Ningfeng's phone was turned off.

Her heart sank immediately, Shen Wan had already vaguely guessed a bit, but she herself didn't want to believe it.

In the ward, Jing Yihong was still asleep. He had a long dream, and the dream was full of scenes that he thought he had never experienced before.

The sweetness and quarrel between him and Ruan Qianya, all these flashed one after another, as well as the big explosion that often appeared in his dreams in a trance...

"Qianya..." He murmured, and suddenly woke up from the dream, his head was in pain like tearing, so painful that he subconsciously wanted to reach out to beat it, but found that his head was covered with thick bandages.

Everything in the dream became clearer in consciousness, and Jing Yihong's eyes gradually changed from confusion to shock.

That was his memory!

It was the memory he had been trying to get back!
But at this moment, what he suddenly remembered was the vicious fight with Nangong He!

Regardless of the still tearing pain in his head, he got out of bed, walked out of the ward with stilted steps, and asked everyone where the operating room was.

When Ruan Qianya saw Jing Yihong coming out, she stood up in surprise, and hurried to him to support him.

"Why did you run out? The doctor said that you probably have a concussion, and you can't walk around."

"How is Nangong He?" Jing Yihong was supported by Ruan Qianya to sit down, his eyes fixed on the operating room.

Ruan Qianya sighed weakly, but said comfortingly: "He still bears the old man's hope, he will be fine."

As soon as the voice fell, Ruan Qianya's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and she walked aside to answer it. When she heard the other party's words, her face instantly turned pale as death.

"Miss Ruan, Chairman Nangong...he passed away."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making Ruan Qianya too slow to come to her senses.

All of this happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe that these things were actually happening, and she preferred to think that she was immersed in a nightmare.

At the same time, the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out wearing a mask and asked coldly, "Are you the family members of the injured?"

Jing Yihong stood up abruptly, and hurriedly responded: "Yes! How is he?"

"His wound was relatively deep, and the knife pierced his heart another four or five centimeters away. In addition, he lost a lot of blood, and he is still in danger. If he can survive these 48 hours, he will pass the danger."

Jing Yihong couldn't help but sweat for Nangong He again, feeling very worried.

Father Shen walked to his side and comforted him softly: "Mr. Ling, don't worry, I have invited the most authoritative experts in the country, and Fourth Young Master has always been physically strong. I believe he will be able to survive."

Jing Yihong nodded, feeling somewhat comforted in his heart, heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that Ruan Qianya had disappeared.

Seeing that Jing Yihong was looking for something, Shen Wan immediately understood, and said proactively: "Qianya is in the stairwell, a phone call just came, she should be going to answer the phone."

When Jing Yihong walked to the stairwell, the first thing he saw was Ruan Qianya's back.

"Nanggong Hyuk's surgery is over. The doctor said that if he can survive the next 48 hours, he will be out of danger."

Ruan Qianya didn't respond, which made Jing Yi feel that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Jing Yihong walked up to Ruan Qianya, only then saw her tears streaming down her face, with pain on her face.

This startled Jing Yihong, and a feeling of uneasiness continued to spread in his heart.

"What happened?" Jing Yihong's tone was slightly impatient.

Ruan Qianya raised her head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "The old man has passed away."

"What did you say?!" Jing Yihong looked at her in shock, his body trembled suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "Are you joking, right? The old man is still lying in the hospital, right?"

In a word, Ruan Qianya was deeply stimulated, and her tears were once again uncontrollable.

They all have to accept this fact, and they have to maintain their final sobriety in this chaos.

Jing Yihong silently suppressed the grief in his heart, walked up to Ruan Qianya, pulled him into his arms, and hugged her tightly, "Have you forgotten the old man's wish? We still have a lot to do, you want Be strong."

Ruan Qianya closed her eyes, leaned against Jing Yihong's arms, and allowed herself to be weak again, tears fell silently.

Jing Yihong asked Ruan Qianya to go back to deal with the funeral of the old man first, and he would rush back as soon as Nan Gonghe passed the critical period.

Seeing that Ruan Qianya was still out of his mind when he left, Jing Yihong called Nangong Lingyu, hoping that he could take charge of the overall situation, but what he didn't want was Nangong Lingyu's weird words.

"The doctor said that the old man died of hypoxia because the oxygen was withdrawn. We are waiting for Ruan Qianya to come back and explain clearly."