Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

At this moment, footsteps came from the door again. Xie Yan looked over and saw Zheng Xiujie walking in dusty.

Seeing him appear, Xie Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master Zheng."

Zheng Xiujie glanced at the people staying here, raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything more, but asked: "Where is the locker room?"

Xie Yan took him over immediately, and Qin Siyu whispered: "Xiujie, please."

Zheng Xiujie didn't know why, but he heard a hint of helplessness and begging in his low tone.

His steps paused, but his heart sank a little.

He had never seen Qin Siyu so fragile.

there has never been.

Even when he was lying in bed with his life hanging by a thread a few months ago, his expression remained unchanged. He had never been so humble and helpless.

He pursed his lips and said, "Leave it to me."

If anything happens to Shen Nuo in his hands, his surname will not be Zheng.

Zheng Xiujie raised his legs and followed Xie Yan into the locker room.

Xie Yan introduced Zheng Xiujie to the doctor and nurse. The doctor looked excited: "Welcome! Very welcome! As long as Mr. Zheng is here, Miss Shen will be fine!"

After completing the disinfection, Zheng Xiujie put on sterile clothes and entered the operating room.

As time passed by, the wall clock on the wall of the hospital made a ticking sound, adding a tense atmosphere for no reason.

The night passed and day came, and no one appeared on this completely sealed floor.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, the night ended again, and the lights in the operating room were finally turned off.

Zheng Xiujie walked out with a tired look on his face. The nurses pushed the person on the bed into the intensive care unit, while the doctor behind Zheng Xiujie looked excited.

This operation is simply a miracle.

The surgical operation on the line of life and death was so precise that it seemed as if it was not performed by humans.

It's so shocking.

If it weren't for the low air pressure outside the operating room, the doctor would have grabbed Zheng Xiujie and boasted about it!

Mr. Zheng’s medical skills are indeed well-deserved!

"Aseptic observation for three days. If the situation is stable, it will be fine." Zheng Xiujie said.

As soon as the words fell, the two men with outstanding temperament and appearance blinked.

Shi Zifan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He glanced in the direction of the hospital bed and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

Fang Haoran was stunned: "Master Shi, won't you continue to stay?"

Shi Zifan said nothing and turned to leave.

There are some things he should do!

Shi Zifan took Fang Haoran away, but Qin Siyu was silent for a long time when Zheng Xiujie finished his words.

Finally, he spoke in a low voice: "When will she wake up?"

Zheng Xiujie looked at his pale face and frowned: "It will take at least a day."

Shen Nuo's injury was not only that the glass was pierced 0.5mm away from the carotid artery, but more importantly, his waist was hit by a sharp place. Many glass fragments were pierced into his waist, which almost caused acute renal failure.

She only has one kidney left, and her body is not as good as before. If he hadn't been here today, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And Zheng Xiujie didn't dare to tell Qin Siyu all this.

Zheng Xiujie lowered his eyes and completely covered up the truth.

After listening to his words, Qin Siyu tightened his hands, pursed his lips, and walked towards the intensive care unit.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stumbled. Zheng Xiujie had quick eyesight and quick hands to support him.

"Ayu," he said solemnly, "you need to rest!"

Qin Siyu brushed his hand away: "I'm fine."

Continued to move forward.

Zheng Xiujie laughed angrily, raised his legs to follow, and pulled him back again.

"You are not well yet, so why are you trying! I promise you, Shen Nuo will be fine in my hands. Now, you should rest!"

"Xiu Jie," Qin Siyu said without looking back, his voice was cold and shallow, but seemed to have a softness to it: "I only have one day, and I want to spend time with her."

Qin Siyu broke away from his hand again and said in a low voice like the wind: "She probably won't want to see me when she wakes up."

Therefore, he only had one day to take a good look at her.

He didn't want to dirty her eyes after she woke up.

Zheng Xiujie was stunned.

When the man's back disappeared, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the wall as if he had let go.

If I had known this, why bother in the first place!

However, where in this world do so many people know that this is the case?

Many times, we often don’t understand what we want.

Just like when we were young, we looked forward to growing up and hoped that time would pass faster and faster; but when we grow up, we begin to miss the carefree innocence of childhood and the ignorance of the old days.

It's like when we were in school, we always wanted to be lazy and have fun, but after the exam, when we were at a fork in life choices, we began to regret why we didn't work harder so that we could have better choices...

We grow up with countless regrets and pains, but as we grow, we understand that there are no ifs in life, just like shooting a bow without an arrow to turn back, and you can never start over again.

Therefore, those blind pasts, no matter how regretful they are, can only force themselves to accept them and endure them.

Qin Siyu wore a sterilized isolation gown and entered the intensive care unit.

On the hospital bed, the woman was sleeping quietly, and the beep beep beep of the ECG monitor was suffocating and depressing in the quiet environment.

His narrow phoenix eyes fell on the woman. She remained motionless, as if she would disappear in the next second and he would never find her again.

A few months seemed like a long life passed.

When we meet again, I never imagined that we would be like today.

His heart felt like needle pricks, and it was like a dull knife stabbing into his heart, making him breathless.

With sore eyes, he slowly sat in front of the window. His sterile-gloved hand seemed to want to touch her pale hand, but when he was about to touch it, he suddenly stopped.

He looked anxious and cautious, never like him before.

After a moment, he spoke softly: "I'll just touch you. Please forgive me this time, okay?"

The woman couldn't answer him, so he pretended that she had acquiesced, with a soft smile on his lips, but there was a trace of suspicious moisture in his dark eyes.

The hand finally fell. The woman's hand was slightly cold through the sterile clothes. His hand trembled slightly and he held her hand motionless.

"Noer," he lowered his eyes, his thick long eyelashes leaving a faint silhouette on his eyelids, his voice was gentle and full of nostalgia: "I miss you so much."

But she doesn't want him.

Blinking, he smiled, but his eyes were moist: "I know you don't miss me, so you have to wake up quickly, otherwise you will have to stay with me..."

He whispered his feelings in a low voice, praying for her to wake up.

The whole room was filled with the man's soft voice and the beep beep beep of the ECG monitor, but the woman on the hospital bed knew nothing.