private marriage

Xu did not think how Ling Chengxian would ask such a question.

He looked a little unnatural, clasped his hands, and looked away, "Except for bone marrow transplantation, conservative treatment can't save lives."

"Doctor Gu, if I want matching bone marrow, besides the bone marrow bank...is there any other way?"

Ren Ran's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he put his hand lightly on Ling Chengxian's shoulder. "Chengxian, don't do this."

"Mr. Ling thinks highly of me too much. Other ways are not something that I, a doctor, can come into contact with."

Ling Chengxian stared at Gu Yuxing for a moment, as if he wanted to see some clues from his face.

"I just met Mrs. Gu."

Gu Yuxing's expression became a little ugly, and in Ling Chengxian's eyes, there was a little more weirdness.

"Mr. Ling suddenly asked me, did Yuning tell you something? Her words are unbelievable, so don't take it seriously."

Ling Chengxian's expression was unclear, and he didn't know whether he had listened to Gu Yuxing's words.

"Doctor Gu, go and do your work first."

"it is good."

Gu Yuxing got up to leave, Ren Ran saw the office door closed, "Did Mrs. Gu really say something crazy to you?"

Ling Chengxian put his palm against his forehead, "No."

"Don't believe her words."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe what she says." Ling Chengxian reached out and hugged her.

It's just that his close niece was sick, so he became so anxious, Ling Chengxian couldn't imagine how Ren Ran survived back then.

Watching others dying is not the same as facing death yourself.

Ling Nuanqing came out of the hospital with a downcast face, looking depressed.

Ling Shaocheng patted her on the head, "What are you doing?"

"Can this disease be cured?"

"It's curable, don't worry."

Ling Nuanqing walked down. She was wearing a David coat and a down vest.

Ling Shaocheng grabbed her sweater hat and pulled her back, Ling Nuanqing staggered two steps and nearly fell. "What are you doing?"

Ling Shaocheng put the hat on for her, "It's cold."

"Where is it cold?"

She raised her hand to take it off, but Ling Shaocheng grabbed her wrist, "I said you would be cold."

Ling Nuanqing's face was sullen, Ling Shaocheng stuffed his hands into the hat, and cupped her face, in fact, it was his hands that were really cold.

He pushed the corner of her mouth upwards, "You can sigh about the life and death of others, but you can't keep it in your heart all the time and torture yourself."

Maybe, she would say that he is cold-blooded, but Ling Shaocheng has always been like this.

The car stopped at the door, and he grabbed Ling Nuanqing's shoulders to go over.

"I can walk by myself."

Ling Shaocheng has to take her with him wherever he goes now, and he needs to have some physical contact. Ling Nuanqing pulls his hand down, and after a while he touches her up again.

A few men came over in front, Ling Nuanqing only thought that they came to the hospital to see a doctor.

But their footsteps were getting faster and faster, and when they were about to rush in front of the two, they were stopped by the bodyguards who jumped out.

Before Ling Nuanqing could react, she saw someone pull out a thick stack of photos from the file bag and throw them at Ling Shaocheng and the others.

The scene became chaotic, the people under Ling Shaocheng were all Lian Jiazi, and those people were not their opponents.

A photo fell to Ling Nuanqing's feet, she lowered her head to look, the chill went up from the bottom of her feet.

These people were clearly here to provoke Ling Shaocheng on purpose, perhaps because he saw that he was doing well recently, so he couldn't bear it anymore.

The content of the photo is related to Ling Nuanqing, that is, the scene where she pretended to kill with a knife. Do they want to repeat the old trick?
Ling Nuanqing hurriedly pulled Ling Shaocheng over, "Don't look."

"what happened?"

She turned Ling Shaocheng's body away and turned his back to her, "Are you listening to me?"

Ling Shaocheng might have guessed something too. "listen."

"Then when I tell you to transfer back, can you transfer again? Don't peek."

Ling Shaocheng's slender body stood in the cold wind, standing extremely straight. "good."

Ling Nuanqing squatted down in a hurry, picked up the photos messily in her hands, and scattered them one by one, there were too many.

Ming Yue also ran over to help, and the two of them moved faster, for fear that if they missed one, they would fall into Ling Shaocheng's sight.

The man who was pressed to the ground raised his eyes with difficulty, stared at Ling Shaocheng's back and smiled.

"It's so funny, Mr. Ling also had such a day, he actually listened to women like this, don't you want to see what a big gift we gave you?"

The bodyguard stepped on the man's hand, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Haha, Mr. Ling is nothing more than that, he is also a coward, dare not face it?"

Ling Nuanqing was so anxious that she was about to sweat, she saw Ling Shaocheng's footsteps moved, as if he was about to turn around.

"Ling Shaocheng!"

She shouted at his back, "You promised me."

Ling Shaocheng took two steps back, but still kept his back to her, "Don't worry, pick it up slowly."

He turned around, but without looking down, he walked up to those people.

"Where did the jumping beam clown come from? With this little ability, he dared to come before my eyes and make trouble."

"Hehe, Ling Shaocheng, look at your current appearance..."

Ling Shaocheng raised his right foot, and the cold sole stepped on the man's face.

"How am I now? Thank you for your concern, I am already like this, and you still have to deal with me so desperately."

He crushed the soles of his feet a few times, and the man's scream became shrill, "Ah—"

No matter how thick-skinned a person is, he can't bear to be crushed like this. After a few repetitions, the skin on his face will be broken.

"Speak louder."

This pervert.

The man freed up one hand, wanting to grab Ling Shaocheng's leg, he raised the toe of his shoe and stepped on his palm.

Ling Nuanqing heard the screams of slaughtering pigs behind her.

"I listen to what the woman says, so what's bothering you? Go back and tell your master to stop playing such nasty tricks. Tell him to come to me face to face if you have the ability."

Ling Nuanqing stuffed all the photos she picked up into Mingyue's hands. "Let's go now."

She quickly ran to Ling Shaocheng, took his arm, "Let's go home."

Ling Shaocheng let go of his feet, and when he lifted his legs, Ling Nuanqing saw that the man opened his mouth, as if he still wanted to speak.

She kicked his mouth with her foot, "Shut up, don't court death."

The man's mouth was swollen from being kicked by her.

When the two got into the car, Ling Nuanqing couldn't help but look out the window. The group of people were quickly taken away, and the hospital entrance was now clean again.

"what happened?"

Ling Shaocheng moved closer to her to look at her.

Ling Nuanqing quickly withdrew her gaze, "I'll take a blind look."

"I said your face." Ling Shaocheng reached out his hand and touched the corner of her eye, "It's red."

The stack of photos just flew over so hard that red marks were cut on her face, Ling Shaocheng gently stroked her with his fingers.

"Does it hurt?"

"No pain."

"These bastards are courting death."

As he spoke, he was about to push the car door down, Ling Nuanqing quickly hugged his arm. "My lord, please calm down and don't argue with bastard again."