Look good

Wen Changrong's operation was performed in country C, a country with long autumns and short winters, where the streets are paved with light yellow leaves all year round.

The scenery in country C is good. Qiao Xing originally wanted to take two selfies when he landed, so he could look at the literary and artistic characters. However, the hatch opened, and the signboards he couldn't understand, the language he didn't understand, and the completely unfamiliar environment made Qiao Xing feel instantly. Somewhat cramped.

This feeling is similar to when he and Wen Changrong came to City A many years ago. Qiao Xing couldn't help but suspect that he might have been a pet cat kept in captivity in his previous life, so every time he went out, he felt inexplicably insecure and cowardly.

This time, Wen’s family in country C packed a miniature airliner. When they arrived at the designated place, the cabin door of the airliner was opened and the stairs were lowered. The people from country C who were in charge of reception were already waiting in the venue. The bodyguards got off the plane first to confirm safety. .

Qiao Xing followed the man closely, but there was still a short distance between him and Wen Changrong. The unfamiliar environment made him subconsciously quicken his pace to keep up with the man, but Wen Changrong stopped after walking down the stairs. Qiao Xing almost didn't He controlled the speed and hit it, but Wen Changrong didn't seem to notice it. He just naturally grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand. While pulling him to the side to make way, he was talking to the reception staff.

Everyone on the plane got off quickly, and Qiao Xing and Wen Changrong sat in the same car.

Wen Changrong was sitting next to Qiao Xing. After a while, Qiao Xing was not so nervous, but his desire to take literary selfies was obviously in vain. After all, he came to treat Wen Changrong this time, and the car could only go to the hospital without delay.

But Country C is really beautiful, Qiao Xing couldn't help but took several photos of the street scene and the leaves scattered all over the path while waiting for the traffic lights.

Wen Changrong noticed his movement, so he also turned his head to look at the complicated street scene, and said to him, "Let's go shopping after the operation."

"it is good!"

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The car soon arrived at the hospital. Wen Changrong had a preoperative examination. The preoperative examination results were not bad. The doctor said that although there were some changes, they were all within the plan and everything was going according to the original plan.

One day late means one more day of disease, so the operation was arranged urgently, on the afternoon of the second day after they arrived in country C.

When preparing for the operation, Wen Changrong was still expressionless, as if he was not the one on the operating table, but Qiao Xing was extremely nervous because he looked through the operation risk notice yesterday.

"...has the potential to cause blindness, neurological damage ... risk of death."

Qiao Xingguang felt his legs go weak when he thought about the few words he read yesterday. Seeing Wen Changrong wearing a surgical gown now seemed to be watching Wen Changrong about to die.

"I'll wait for you on the bench outside the operating room in a while," Qiao Xing didn't know how to express his worry, so he could only say, "You must... come out."

"Yeah." Wen Changrong had already changed into the surgical gown at this time, and he still had the look of 'not afraid at all'.

The man looked up and saw Qiao Xing clasped his hands anxiously, looked into his worried eyes, and said, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"...What?" Qiao Xing was so full of bad results of failed operations that he couldn't react for a while.

Wen Changrong's gray eyes fell on his face, and he replied, "For example... after the surgery, we will get back together?"

"..."

When is this, Wen Changrong said when he was still in the mood.

For a moment, Qiao Xing was helpless and at the same time... He couldn't say a word, he raised his eyes with complicated emotions, and his eyes fell on the man's face that had lost a lot of weight. He wanted to nod in agreement in an instant, but he forcibly held back in the next instant.

"I don't, what kind of unlucky fg is this, or are you trying to take advantage of the fire and pretend to be pitiful and lie to me, you are getting more and more like a thief..." Qiao Xing muttered, raised his eyes to meet the man's, and said: "I'll tell you the answer when you come out of the operating room..."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xing emphasized again, "So you must come out..."

"Okay." Wen Changrong didn't argue with him, he just agreed, and then stretched out his little finger in front of him, "Pull hook?"

"..." Wen Changrong hadn't done such a childish thing for several years.

Qiao Xing paused, his eyes fell on the man's face for a few seconds, and then he raised his hand to hook the man's little finger.

The two made an agreement in a childish way, Wen Changrong withdrew his hand, and Qiao Xing's thumb lightly touched the scars on the man's arm where new, white flesh grew.

"The operation may take three to four hours. If there are other changes, it may take six hours." Wen Changrong controlled Qiao Xing's movements and only explained, "This does not mean that life is in danger. Don't think about it when you are outside. Too much, if the time is too long, there is no need to sit there for six hours, remember to eat..."

"Okay." Don't say six hours, even sixteen hours Qiao Xing felt that he would wait. He didn't want to hear Wen Changrong's confession, so he said unhappy: "I'm an adult, what should I do?" Make your own arrangements."

Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing's irritated appearance due to excessive worry, then turned his head back to lie flat, and said, "I'm afraid it will take a long time, I'm fine, but you should scare yourself enough first."

"..."

"You're always too timid, Qiao Xing." As the man said, he stretched out his hand to hold Qiao Xing's finger that was still on his arm, and stroked it lightly twice as if to comfort him.

Before they could say anything, several nurses in charge of the operation had already entered the room and told them that the operation was about to start.

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Before leaving, Wen Changrong patted Qiao Xing's hand and told him that nothing would happen. Although the man looked firm, Qiao Xing also believed that the doctor Wen's family paid such a big price must be very good. , Qiao Xing was still anxious.

As time passed by, Qiao Xing experienced what it means to live like a year.

Wen Changrong seemed to have the foresight. The originally expected three-hour operation was finally extended to six hours. Fortunately, the man had told Qiao Xing before that Qiao Xing was mentally prepared, and the extended hours were not too much. tough.

The lights were finally turned off during the operation, and when the operating bed was rolled out, Qiao Xing and Mother Wen gathered around the bed together.

Wen Changrong on the bed didn't seem to wake up yet, his eyes were only slightly opened a little. When Qiao Xing stepped forward, his fingers touched the man's palm. Ward for postoperative observation.

Just as Wen Changrong left the operating room, another wave of doctors and nurses entered the inpatient building. According to Wen's mother, those were all psychiatrists who were in charge of treating Wen Changrong.

At first, Qiao Xing didn't understand how to perform brain tumor surgery and needed a psychiatrist. It wasn't until Wen Changrong woke up from the anesthesia that the man frowned in pain, with a manic expression on his face. Only then did Qiao Xing realize that the impact of pain on people is Very big, especially brain surgery has too many risks, which may stimulate patients to get sick at any time.

It was not until the second night after the operation that Wen Changrong announced that he was out of danger and was transferred to the advanced nursing ward.

The surgeon was momentarily relieved, the psychiatrist was not.

When Wen Changrong entered the high-level nursing ward, his limbs were bound by some soft bindings, for fear that he would suddenly fall ill and hurt himself.

Although Qiao Xing had seen Wen Changrong tied up on the bed after falling ill, this was the first time he saw a man tied up in a weak state, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Qiao Xing was not feeling well, but Wen Changrong himself didn't think it was a big deal. He heard Qiao Xing ask the doctor if he could untie it, and the man told him it was fine, and he didn't feel anything when it was tied up.

After being transferred to the general ward, Wen Changrong started to have a fever intermittently. According to the doctor, this is a normal postoperative defensive reaction, and it will last at least 2-3 days.

During this period of time, Wen Changrong has of course returned to the days of eating liquid food. The daily nutritional porridge is as light as a bowl of batter. Of course the taste is not good, but due to the needs of the body, men naturally have to eat it no matter what.

Probably because the brain and the body are always incomparable in importance. After the operation, the man was much weaker than the last car accident. He said very little, and because he had been in a fever for a long time, he was also groggy. He talked to Qiao Xing. Got it wrong several times.

Like a big cat that's completely gone.

On the fourth day after the operation, Wen Changrong's fever began to subside slowly, and Qiao Xing received information from the police.

This document is Shen Qinlan's confession record, which records in detail every word Shen Qinlan said after waking up.

The first sentence at the beginning is Shen Qinlan asking: Is Wen Changrong still alive?

The police replied alive.

But after getting an affirmative answer, Shen Qinlan asked again: How is Wen Changrong's illness?He was already seriously ill before, this car accident... Did you have any surgery?How is it going?

It's normal to ask if he's still alive, but it's a little tricky to ask about Wen Changrong's illness later on, plus what kind of surgery is needed.

What else could Wen Changrong have that was life-threatening and aggravated by the car accident?

Nothing more than a brain tumor.

But Qiao Xing and the Wen family didn't know about the brain tumor, so how did Shen Qinlan know about it?

Could it be that Shen Qinlan did the investigation by himself, but how did Shen Qinlan notice it?Or...Wen Changrong took the initiative to inform Shen Qinlan?

Qiao Xing could still accept the former, but the latter... Qiao Xing felt a little unhappy.

After reading the information in a hurry, Qiao Xing checked it and sent it to the police. In a blink of an eye, it was time for Wen Changrong to have dinner again. Qiao Xing had no choice but to swallow the guesswork, and sat next to the man's bed with the porridge bowl.

Wen Changrong's fever subsided now, but he was still not in good spirits. Qiao Xing fed the man spoonfuls of porridge as usual, and the silence between the two of them could only hear the sound of spoons colliding.

Swallowing a spoonful of tasteless nutritious porridge into his throat, Wen Changrong opened his mouth first: "In a bad mood?"

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak.

When he really had something on his mind, he would usually keep his countenance. At this moment, he just acted as usual, pretended to be nothing, fed Wen Changrong another mouthful of porridge, and replied, "It's nothing."

"Qiao Xing, you must be unhappy because of something." Wen Changrong glanced at him and said, "I can't think for a long time now, and I feel tired when I talk too much, so... I hope you can say it directly. , If you ask me to guess, I may not be able to guess right, and the current state is too bad."

"..." Qiao Xing was silent.

His eyes fell on the man's slightly tired face, and he tightened his hand holding the spoon. After stirring the porcelain spoon twice in the bowl, Qiao Xing finally spoke.

"The police called just now, saying that Shen Qinlan asked about your illness."

"Sick? What kind of sickness?"

"It's nothing more than your brain tumor. He asked if it had worsened." After all the words were said, Qiao Xing simply turned over the transcript and showed it to the man, expressing his displeasure directly, "I'm a little depressed, why is this?" I don't know, your parents don't know either, how come Shen Qinlan knows? You told him?"

"..." Looking at the transcript, Wen Changrong didn't answer, and his expression was even a little dazed.

Qiao Xing said what he said, but the unhappiness in his heart didn't decrease in the slightest, and the porridge bowl was rattling.

He waited for a while but didn't get an answer, then lowered his eyes again and said, "Forget it, it's all over anyway..."

"It should be when I talked to him in the box last time, he noticed it."

"what?"

"I can't remember the specifics, but it was the time when he drugged me in the box, he asked me how to be sure of my feelings for you, and I said to him, I saw a question before, 'If you only have one year to live , you can only choose one person to be with you in the days to come, who will you choose?'”

After Wen Changrong finished speaking, he stopped to take a breath, and then said, "I said I subconsciously thought of you at the time."

"..." Qiao Xing paused.

"A well-behaved person probably wouldn't think about this problem, so it's easy to notice the abnormality. Let alone him, even if I tell my subordinates, they will definitely notice something is wrong." After Wen Changrong explained, he stretched out his hand to touch it again. Touching his arm, he said, "And you see, he asked very vaguely. He only said 'disease' and didn't specify the word brain tumor."

Wen Changrong said, "I really didn't say anything."

"...Okay." Qiao Xing was reluctantly satisfied. He stirred the porridge bowl twice, hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at Wen Changrong, and asked, "By the way, you were thinking about this question at the time... it was because you found out that you After a brain tumor?"