satan's wings

Kim Jong Kook guessed it, but he still couldn't accept it when he heard it.

"Yes, the domestic conditions are limited, even if you transfer to Seoul, there may be hope to go abroad. Professor Miura has always been your private physician, and he has a lot of connections. How about I inform him now for you..."

Talking about making a call to the landline, although Song Seung Heon was puzzled that they had asked Haruma Miura not to take over Jin Chengling by name from the very beginning, but when things got to this point, he really didn't know who to call except him.

But he didn't expect that he had just dialed the number, and the power of that landline was not unplugged.

The index finger quickly pulled out the signal line of the landline, Junxiu was the first to react, "No need."

"Master Handsome, you..."

Seeing him like this, Jin's father also changed his face, "Junxiu..."

"My mother's condition can't bear the long-distance travel even after leaving the hospital. Thank you doctor for your concern. I don't think my mother will blame you when she goes to heaven. This is fate." Speak slowly and clearly, afraid that he might hear not understand.

Junxiu's indifferent attitude at this moment is completely in contrast to the previous attitude of arguing with Jaejoong outside the operating room, which makes Song Seung Heon unable to relax for a long time.

It wasn't until he took out a check of tens of millions and put it on the table that he realized that he meant to give up the treatment.

"Junxiu, don't mess around!" Seeing the check, Father Jin finally stood up from his chair, never expecting him to make a move so quickly.

"I didn't mess around." Glancing at his father, Junxiu changed from his previous taciturnity, waiting for this opportunity, "Doctor, I believe you are a smart person, you take this check well, and we will act as if nothing happened afterward."

Staring at Song Seung Heon as he slowly pushed the check to his hand, Jun Xiu believed that he understood what he meant, "If possible, now I would like to borrow your office and have a few words with my father alone."

"This...Okay." He frowned and stared at the check, hesitating for a moment to put it away, Song Seung Heon got up and left his seat, telling him with silence and actions that he would pay.

"Junxiu, why didn't you ask me first when you did this?" As soon as he left, Jin's father asked Junxiu directly.

"If I ask you, you will definitely send Jin Chengling abroad." Looking straight into his eyes, Junxiu couldn't see his father clearly after he became an adult, "Dad, I just want to ask you, I am your son. Which is important?"

He was unable to speak in one sentence, and it was only this question that troubled Kim Jong Kook all his life.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, "Junxiu...Jin Chengling, have you never treated her like a mother? She treats you very well."

"But you want her to come back to life, it's not good for me at all!" Junxiu spit out the emotions that have been accumulated in his heart for many years, Junxiu thought he understood, "Dad, don't forget that you promised my mother that you would not let me Like her, she died young, and married Jin Chengling only because he had a son. Now 14 years have passed, and you have not only raised his son, but you have also been delaying my illness. Do you still want her to live and continue delaying me? ?”

He Kim Junsu also wants to live a normal life, he doesn't want to die.

"I know that Dad is sorry for you, but your illness, even if Cheng Ling is alive..."

"Dad, don't lie to yourself. If Jin Chengling was alive, how could she allow you to let me change hearts with Jin Zaizhong?

That was his son, and it would be him who died early.No matter how much she loves money, she won't love it enough to accompany her own son in!"

Agitated, Junxiu has been suffering from illness day and night.

Even if you get a little emotional, your heart will hurt like hell, just like now.

He is counting the days every day, counting how many days he can live, and he is also afraid that one day, he will suddenly lose sight of the future and tomorrow, "Dad, I know you love Jin Chengling, because she has spent a lot of emptiness with you. But My heart can't wait that long, I don't want to die, I still have a lot of things to do... You said that once you marry Jin Chengling, you will replace his son's heart for me as soon as possible, you promised..."

The more he spoke, the lower his tone became. At the end of the sentence, he squeezed his chest tightly, his fingertips turned white.

He didn't want to die, really didn't want to die!

Seeing his illness, Jin's father finally let go of all his persistence and burden, including human nature, "Junxiu, don't get excited, what Dad agrees with you is, sit down quickly, don't get excited!"

Clenching his hands and sitting back on the seat to breathe, hearing what he said, Junxiu's heart beats eased somewhat.

The lips that were a little less bloody slowly tightened, and he told himself that he must live.

The great desire to survive has already caused him to lose his kind nature.

He only knows that he wants to change his heart, he wants a healthy heart,

Belongs to Kim Jaejoong's heart!

Sombra's Visit

In the middle of the night, in the ward filled with the smell of medicine, apart from the starlight outside the window, there is the regular beeping of the blood pressure meter.

Surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment, Jin Chengling's pale face has long since lost her former charm, and some are just the sick appearance that a vicissitudes of life woman over forty years old should have.

After the third shift of nurses, Changmin finally returned to the inpatient ward with sour plum soup, and Jin's father sent him back to Jin's home to rest overnight because of Junxiu's body.

With the faint moonlight cast in from outside the window, the door closed slightly, and a black figure slowly pushed the door open and entered.

When he saw the woman on the hospital bed, time seemed to stand still, and the pungent smell of medicine reminded him that the reality was cruel.

After closing the door, he stopped at the head of the bed. He faced the hospital bed at a close distance, and saw the cold instruments inserted into the woman's limbs, her head was wrapped in gauze, and the faint starlight cast a dark light on his face.

Although his face was perfectly concealed by the hoodie, his slender figure still revealed a hint of melancholy.

The more he stared at the woman on the hospital bed, the more mixed feelings became in his heart.

He obviously hated her and wanted her to die, but when she was really lying on the hospital bed with weak breath, the man's heart would hurt again.

He moved his fingertips and raised his hand to try to touch her face. Through the projection of the starlight, his slender fingertips were white with distinct joints.

The moment he touched the oxygen cylinder, he slowly withdrew his hand, unable to let go of the hatred in his heart after all.

He couldn't forget how she cruelly abandoned him and went away when he was a child. The moment Jin Jaejoong came to beg him, he knew he couldn't just watch.

He didn't want people to see his cowardice, and he didn't want to admit any fluctuations in his heart in front of those who hurt him.

So he humiliates the man, makes him disheartened,

But the contradiction of blood ties forced him to sneak in at night alone.

When he came, Zheng Yunhao still came secretly.

Taking off his hat little by little and standing against the light, without the cover of the sweater, Yunhao's face was exposed in front of his mother, but unfortunately she couldn't see or hear.

"Jin Chengling, don't you want to see me? Now that I'm here, why are you still lying down?" Asking the woman with her eyes closed at the head of the bed, this was the first sentence he spoke.

As if he wanted to hear her answer, Yunho even bent down and leaned into her ear, wanting to hear her speak, wanting to hear her voice.

But the answer to him was still a weak breathing rate.

Staring straight at the white mist in the oxygen tank, his dark eagle eyes were no longer endlessly cold, Yunho was instantly enveloped by an indescribable emotion.

"You talk, I, Zheng Yunhao, are here, why don't you just open your mouth?"

Don't be like a lifeless living dead, unable to hear or speak.

The memory suddenly returned to when she was a child, when she was still her own mother,

Once she was beaten by Jin Shijun and was hospitalized, she was lying on the hospital bed like now, but at that time, she could talk and eat.

I carefully stepped on the chair, held the rice bowl like a little adult, and fed her the porridge spoon by spoon...

Throat twitched, thinking about this, he stared at Jin Chengling's pale face at a close distance, never understanding whether she loved him or not, "Why did you abandon me in the first place?"

"Is it because I am not filial, or I am not sensible, you should only take Kim Jaejoong away"

"You let me live like garbage, but you lay here quietly, without explanation or compensation..."

Questioning one sentence at a time, the result was still silent silence.

This face in front of him has appeared in Yunhao's dreams many times, it seems insignificant and insignificant.

Every day and night when he spent his childhood alone, he wrote a diary every year, and stood alone in front of the empty house every day, longing for his mother and brother to come back.

But wait, wait, wait, wait,

When the autumn leaves fell and the snow was covered, they never came back.

He is like a leaf forgotten by the world in a corner, no one picks it up, and no one cares about it.

Wandering around with someone called Big Brother,

Steal when you are hungry, grab when you are hungry...

Turning his face away, standing up straight again and taking a deep breath, every time he thinks of this, he has to bear the old wound in his heart being severely refurbished.

He buttoned up his sweater again and turned to leave the ward. Perhaps for him, Zheng Yunhao, he is only suitable for being cold, not sad.

He quickly left Jin Chengling's ward in an indifferent manner, but his footsteps froze when passing by the middle ward.

That day in the sea view room, he could see the bright red oozing from his knees, and he thought of going there to take a look.

Clenched his fists and stepped across his ward, but as long as he thought of Shen Changmin guarding his side at this moment, he couldn't stay longer.

So, when he was sitting on the bedside drinking the sour plum soup that Changmin fed into his mouth, Jaejoong felt a sense of restlessness in his heart.

Is it an illusion?

Why did he feel in a trance that Yunho had been here before, as if he was nearby right now

But subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the door, except for the lights in the corridor and the occasional patrolling nurses, it was empty and there was nothing...

……

After midnight, the hour hand pointed to three o'clock in the morning, Song Seung Heon rubbed his tired eyes, put away all the case files and prepared to leave.

Because he was in charge of Jin Chengling, he stayed up all night alone until now.

Slowly leaning back in the chair, staring at the ceiling in a daze, the white coat still contained the tens of millions of checks that Jin Junxiu gave him today. Half a month ago, his losses in stock trading were used to offset the real estate, and now he just needs the money.

But he and Haruma Miura came from the same school, and they have always maintained the minimum bottom line of medical ethics as medical staff.Jin Chengling still had a slight chance of waking up. If he really gave up on her treatment according to the wishes of the Jin family and his son, then a life that had a chance to be saved would end in his hands.

Over the years, there have been more than one or two deaths in his hands, those who failed to be rescued, or even died in the middle of the operation.

Only Jin Chengling's nature is different from them.

It's like one foot has already stepped into the gate of hell, and it's like asking him to come and add another foot.

This feeling of guilt is the last thing he wants, not to mention she is still...

In short, what should or shouldn't, at this moment, are like thousands of threads, forming a tangled mess in his heart.

Sighing deeply, he locked the bookcase vigorously.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, he simply frowned and stood up, hung his coat on the hanger, and stuffed the check into the pocket of his private suit.

Just as the lights were turned off, a black figure slammed open the door and rushed in, stretched out a hand and grabbed his neck heavily, pushing him against the wall.

"Ugh!" Heart rate quickened, and before he could react at all, a black shadow that suddenly intruded pinched his neck, his back was pressed against the wall, Song Seung Heon was almost frightened to have a heart attack.

He thought it was a gangster who committed the crime, but when the light was turned off in the next second, he clearly saw a boy in a dark sweater standing in front of him.

That face was as sharp and sculpted as he was familiar with, "Hao... Brother Hao"

Why is he here!

Hold him down for a few seconds before letting go, facing his shocked pupils, Yunho glanced at his desk lightly, the too clean desktop caught his attention, "It's so clean"

"I, I didn't know you would come..." panting, but fortunately his strength was not heavy, Song Seung Heon just blushed.

He thought he would not come, in other words, all the people in Qinglang thought he would not come.

Gazing at him again through the hoodie, Yunho went straight to his desk, intentionally or unintentionally flipping through the other documents on the desk with one hand, among which he didn't see Jin Chengling's case, "I thought you were sent from Nigeria Call me from Kun, you will forget what I told you.”

"How come, Nichkhun is almost ready to be discharged from the hospital, I will always remember your instructions." His palms were sweating, even though he was not from Qinglang, Song Seung Heon would feel pressured by him.

Even if the opponent is more than ten years younger than him, as the boss of the gang, he has already seen his methods.

Thinking that he already knew about the check, he couldn't help but feel palpitations. Will he kill himself?

"It's good if you don't forget, what's Jin Chengling's situation now?" There was no Jin Chengling's file on the desktop, so Yunho simply skipped the topic.

With his left hand, he picked up the fountain pen on the table and twirled it repeatedly at his fingertips. He was waiting, waiting for Song Seung Heon's answer.

"She... is not doing well."

"Will you die?" Frowning,

Will she die? This is what Yunhao desperately wants to know now.

Facing his freezing gaze, Song Seung Heon held his breath for a moment, "Maybe..."

"Crack!" The tip of the pen hit the table and broke, staring at him, Yunhao's pupils gradually deepened, "Come here...say it again."

He moved to stand in front of the table to face him, gritted his teeth and repeated, Song Seung Heon was punched hard in the mouth as soon as he said the words, "Maybe... um!"

Lifting his skirt and pulling it in front of him, forcing him to compare the tip of his nose with his own, Yunho's punch was enough to knock out a few of his teeth, "Maybe then tell me what this is?!"

Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled out the check in his breast pocket and threw it on the table.

From the moment he entered the door and strangled him, he found something like a check in his pocket.

The atmosphere froze like gunpowder in an instant, Song Seung Heon fell into a short silence as he stared at the check that was dropped on the table.

"I, Zheng Yunhao, saved your two nephews one after another, and now you are repaying me like this!" A check can be easily bought, and he, Zheng Yunhao, is so worthless

But Song Chengxian's next sentence made him choke back, "Don't you care about Jin Chengling's life or death?"

He did save his two nephews, and it was precisely because of this that Song Seung Heon did not issue the critical illness notice for a long time.

But he didn't understand why he was still angry when he hated Jin Chengling.

He will always remember what Yunho asked him to answer from Nichkhun at the beginning.

【Would you...will recognize her as a mother】

【Won't. 】

So sure, so decisive, since even mother was unwilling to address her at that time, why are you still furious because of her life and death now, "Wouldn't you be happy if she died?"

After a pause, he stared at him, and finally shook off vigorously.

Yunho did say that he hates his mother and elder brother, the kind who hates them so much that he wishes them to die, "Shut up! I'll tell you the check now, don't change the topic for me!"

His body was leaning to one side due to his excessive strength, and a little bit of blood remained at the corner of his mouth. Song Seung Heon obviously felt that one of his right gums and teeth had loosened, "The check...is given to me by Kim Junsu."

Kim Junsu, the second youngest of the Kim family! This was a bit beyond Yunho's expectation, "What does he mean?"

"It means that I want to announce that Jin Chengling is critically ill. There may be hope for going abroad, but he doesn't seem to want Jin Chengling to survive."

"Does this Kim Jong Kook know?"

"At the beginning, it was only Kim Junsu's idea, but later on, Father Kim didn't obstruct too much." As he spoke, his eyes shifted to the check again, remembering that Nichkhun and Taemin were safe because of him, Song Seungheon dismissed the idea of ​​accepting it and stretched out his hand to twitch Back then, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong, I'll return the check to them tomorrow..."

"Wait," he took the initiative to hold down the corner of the check to stop him, Yunho's sharp pupils became deeper and deeper, the current situation means that the Jin family and his son are plotting something, "you keep the check, how can they tell you?" Just do what you want."

Astonished, looking at him, Song Seung Heon couldn't react this time, "...You mean, you want me to continue to follow the arrangement of the Jin family and his son, and give up the treatment of Jin Chengling?"

"You just do what they want, and I will arrange the rest." Loosen the check and leave sideways, Yunho has his own plans for the Jin family and his son.

There are too many doubts that require him to investigate in depth, so he seized the opportunity and didn't want Jin Chengling to live, what is hidden behind it?

Before leaving, he opened the door, thought for a while and added another sentence, "Also, pretend I haven't been here tonight."

"Okay..." Watching him leave and finally close the door, staring at the check in his hand in shock, Song Seung Heon was confused.

If he issued a critical illness notice, it would herald the early announcement of Jin Chengling's death.

If she gave up the treatment halfway, she might die suddenly at any time anyway.

So he didn't understand what Zheng Yunhao wanted to do, let alone what kind of person he belonged to.

The next day

In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and because of exhaustion, he was lying on the edge of the middle bed, and Changmin had been worrying about Jaejoong and Jin Chengling for the past few days.

Before he had slept for three hours, he was suddenly woken up by someone patting his shoulders, and there was noise in his ears. It wasn't until he opened his heavy eyes that he realized that the lights in the ward were brightly lit.

There were nurses urging her, and some forced her to get out of bed, and finally knelt on the floor because of her foot injury.

"Mr. Kim Jaejoong, don't do this, we have tried our best..."

"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way!" With red eyes, he grabbed the edge of the bed and stood up. At this moment, Jaejoong didn't seem to be as calm as before.

"Jajoong, what's wrong with you, Jaejoong?" Changmin hurriedly got up and supported him, facing this unexpected situation as soon as he woke up, Changmin was a little caught off guard.

But Zaizhong couldn't calm down at all, he pushed his wrist away with a palm, resisted the pain in his knee, and limped towards Jin Chengling's ward next door.

The center of gravity of being pushed and shoved was unstable, and Changmin was startled by his reaction. After asking the nurse, he found out that the hospital had issued a notice of Jin Chengling's critical illness early in the morning. No wonder he lost control so much!

Immediately following his footsteps and running to Jin Chengling's ward, the development of the situation has far exceeded his expectations, and just as he was flustered, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the ward, the hoarse roar of his beloved was heard from inside.

Holding Song Seung Heon's skirt tightly, his pale complexion flushed with emotion, he yelled over and over again, his pupils glowing red uncontrollably, "Doctor, I beg you, please save my mother!"

"I've tried my best. Mrs. Jin's current situation will only last three days at most. You should deal with the rest of the matter as soon as possible..."

"No, I beg you, please save my mother, no matter how much it costs! She was fine yesterday, please find a way..."

"Young Master Jin, calm down, we have tried our best. Everyone has their own destiny. You should inform Mr. Jin as soon as possible. He returned to Seoul overnight last night, and he still doesn't know the news..." Song Seung Heon's white clothes The coat collapsed amidst pushing and pulling.

"Aren't you a doctor? You can't do it anyway!" Jaejoong realized that his heart was so vulnerable when he faced the thing he had been dreading all along.

His mother was only in her 40s, 40s! How could she die so early in her prime, how could she!

"Jazhong, calm down!" Changmin understood the pain, "Calm down..."

He shook his head, glanced at them, and finally turned around and evacuated the ward with the nurse on duty. Song Seung Heon had already done what should be done, and the rest was up to their own luck.

Falling into Changmin's arms and being hugged tightly by him, the pain he had endured for a long time was turbulent at this moment, he thought that his mother would get through it safely, that God would take care of them!

But now the critical illness report has been issued, and the doctor has made it very clear that Jin Chengling will not live for more than three days.

Tears suddenly fell down the corners of his eyes, and it was the first time he cried in his arms. He left his mother to study in the UK when he was 12 years old. He never thought that when he came back again, he would leave his mother forever. "How could this be...why It will be like this..."

Hearing his clear and mournful cry followed by red eyes, he hugged him even tighter and didn't know how to comfort him, Changmin just wanted to protect him better in the future,

"Jazhong, don't be like this...Auntie doesn't want to see you like this either."

"It was just a car accident, how could she just leave..." Holding back the tears, Changmin's shoulders were soaked and Jaejoong's brief hesitation was awakened.

No, he can't just let his mother wait to die,

Haruma Miura,

Yes, and Haruma Miura!

Wiping away tears vigorously, he suddenly broke away from Changmin's embrace and stumbled out of the door.

Like suddenly finding an oasis in a hopeless desert, he couldn't let go.

But this time, Changmin successfully pulled him back, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Professor Miura, he must have a way!"

"Then I'll accompany you," said the voice together with movements, helping him up to the seventh floor of the surgery.

Excessive anxiety made Zaizhong Wuxia's knee injury, all the way across the corridor with nurses and patients, his hasty pace caused a dull pain in his knee.

Changmin also kept following his footsteps, supporting him tightly with both hands.

Although he felt distressed, he also understood that he desperately wanted to save his mother.

At this moment, they can't delay for a moment!

Wearing square glasses, he still held a routine morning meeting for his assistants and students in the office on the seventh floor.

The black bangs are inertially placed on top of the transparent glasses, which adds a lot of restraint to Haruma Miura.

But soon, the door of the office was pushed open by an uninvited visitor, interrupting their conversation.

"Professor Miura..." Panting his name, Jaejoong's blushing face obviously caused Miura to stop.

"That's it for the morning meeting today, let's go to work on our own." Putting away the materials and ending the morning meeting, seeing him coming despite his leg injury, Miura guessed that he must be in a hurry.

Jaejoong waited for everyone in his office to leave before approaching with Changmin, "Professor Miura!"

"Jazhong, you are" looking at his leg injury through the glasses, the wound that Miura just stitched up for him yesterday.

"Professor Miura, please think of a way to save my mother." There were only three days left, and Jaejoong was the only one he could think of in such a hurry.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Jin?" When mentioning Jin Chengling, Miura knew that she had a car accident.

But because he was in charge of Jaejoong's case and went to Japan to give classes at the same time, he has not been able to see her.

"My mother's condition worsened the day before yesterday, and she said that her brain and liver were congested. But after the operation, the hospital issued a critical condition notice early this morning, saying that it would only last three days at most..."

To briefly describe the process, the only expectation in the present is on Miura.

"What about the critical illness notice?"

"Here." Immediately took out the notice and handed it to him. Although Jaejoong was anxious, but fortunately Changmin kept the minimum calmness and took it with him before leaving the sickness.

After taking the notice and taking a closer look, and confirming that it was the hospital's seal, Song Seung Heon's signature, and the described diagnosis results, Miura found himself in trouble.

It is reasonable to say that Jin Chengling's condition is not hopeless, but the diagnosis certificate is here, and there are no unreasonable flaws in the above diagnosis results.

Seeing his distressed face, Changmin thought he was about to give up, "Professor Miura, what, even you can't help it?"

"No... It's just that the medical certificate has been issued. Even if I have Mrs. Xinjin, I may not be able to be revived. Besides, it has been stated here that the wife will only last three days at most..." Having said this, Miura Haruma fell silent.

Furthermore, he was not Jin Chengling's attending physician, but his younger brother Song Seung-heon was in charge of him, and it turned out that he had passed the approval of the director.

No matter from which angle, he has more than enough heart, but not enough strength.

"Do I really want to watch my mother die? Professor Miura, you are the only professor here who is a returnee with a wide network. I beg you to save my mother and send her abroad..."

"Overseas" was taken aback, but Miura didn't think about it.

"Yes, foreign medicine is far superior to our own. Sending my mother abroad doesn't mean it won't cure her here."

He has been studying abroad all the time, and he knows more or less about foreign medicine, so he thought of Miura.

On the contrary, Changmin considered the long-distance travel, "But Jaejoong, Auntie's situation, if boarding and connecting planes to go back and forth, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it..."

"Yes, it's a long way to go abroad, just in case..." Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, going abroad is nothing more than a formality issue. What Miura is worried about is that he can't guarantee 100% that he can save Jin Chengling.

"Even if there is only a [-]% chance, it's better than waiting here to die." With a firm determination to send Jin Chengling abroad, as long as there is the slightest chance, Jaejoong will not give up lightly, let alone his own mother.

Let him watch his biological mother lie on the hospital bed waiting to die and do nothing, he simply can't do it!

Helpless, while being moved by his filial piety, Miura also had his own conditions, "Okay, then I will help you transfer Mrs. Jin abroad, and let you go there to try. As for whether you can save her, it depends on her fate. Doctor, I will contact you, but I have one condition."

"I will agree to any condition as long as there is a chance to save my mother!"

Don't say one, now there are ten, one hundred, Jaejoong is also willing.

Thinking that he was asking for money, Changmin was more willing to share it for him, "Professor Miura, money is not a problem."

Pushing his glasses again, he glanced at him inexplicably, remembering what Jin Chengling said before, Miura probably guessed that he was Changmin, "You must be Master Shen."

"I am," Changmin was taken aback when his name was called inexplicably, and Miura also looked at him differently.

Smiling, deliberately taking what he had brought and not continuing, Miura turned back to the topic just now, "My condition is that you stay in Jaejoong."

"What?" Almost in unison, staying here means not being able to accompany his mother to go abroad, which makes it difficult for Jaejoong to accept.

Changmin felt even more unreasonable, "Professor Miura, I should accompany my aunt when I send my aunt there, how can I stay here?"

Knowing that what I said would make them overreact, but Miura didn't mean to be joking at all.

Staring at Zao Zhong, his expression became severe, "Once Mrs. Jin goes there for treatment, it will take two months at the shortest in her condition. Zai Zhong, there is still something very important between you and me. Deal with it, have you forgotten?"

Shocked, she met his pupils, and realized what he meant in a belatedly.

Almost forgetting his own specialness, he subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes and had to give up.

"What kind of thing can be more important than the safety of one's own mother" is hard to understand, staring at Miura, Changmin resisted him.

But unexpectedly, this time Zaizhong took the initiative to interrupt, "Professor, I will stay, what will my mother do?"

"Ms. Jin, I will ask my assistant to send it there in person, so that I can take care of it along the way. I will help you arrange the rest of the matter when we get there, so don't worry too much." Now that he has spoken, Miura will definitely be responsible to the end.

He had planned to go by himself, but Jae Zhong's second operation was approaching, so he had to stay.

"But... Jaejoong, you..." I didn't expect him to agree, caught in the middle, Changmin couldn't understand it.

"Changmin, I do have very important things to stay with Professor Miura, and I also trust the professor, he has always been our family's private physician." It was difficult to explain to him in detail, Jaejoong's expression was tangled, and he hesitated to speak.

If you love him, you have to understand, maybe he really has some unavoidable reasons, and Changmin can't go into it any further, "Well, since you've already said that, then I have nothing to say."

Turning his gaze to him again, Miura naturally had other plans, "If Young Master Shen is worried, you can send a special plane to escort him, so that you won't have to travel too much when changing planes midway."

With the Shen family's financial resources, he believes that this is not a problem.

"That's exactly what I had in mind." As soon as he proposed it, he was accepted, and Changmin also considered escorting him himself, so as not to worry about Jaejoong.

It's just that Miura seemed to see what he was thinking, frowned, and didn't speak any more.

He picked up the pen on the table again, hung it on the collar of his white coat, and was about to go through the relevant procedures, "Okay, you guys should go and notify Mr. Jin as soon as possible, don't delay."

"Then we'll leave first, I'll trouble you, Professor..." Nodding, he finally left with Changmin.

After the matter was settled, the first thing Jaejoong wanted to notify was his father and Junsu. His drooping bangs covered his pupils, making Changmin a little unable to see his emotions clearly.

He obviously wanted to stay with his mother, but for some reason he had to stay where he was. What was the reason why he didn't want to tell himself?

This question that has troubled Changmin for a long time was not solved until he and Miura met again.

It was just the answer, which was extremely shocking.

know the secret

After a night of rest, Junxiu's heart finally regained its previous calm.

After breakfast, the housekeeper routinely brought him soup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Sinking on the sofa staring at the yellow-brown potion he had prepared, a bowl of candied fruit was placed squarely beside him, the pungent smell of the medicine seemed to permeate through the whole living room and into the person's body, and he couldn't help feeling sick.

The deep disgust revealed in the bottom of his eyes, Junxiu has been facing these nauseous drugs for so many years.

Suppressing the feeling of repulsion in his heart, he picked it up and swallowed in one breath, and the huge nausea and nausea rushed out of his throat in an instant, forcing him to burst into uncomfortable physical tears.

"Ahem..." Putting the empty cup heavily on the table, he quickly picked up a candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, until the sweetness diffused in his mouth, and the frowning eyebrows were relaxed.

How long will he endure this difficult day?

Soon, as long as Jin Chengling is dead, he can take Jin Jaejoong's heart,

As long as he changes his mind, he can live a normal life without facing a bunch of disgusting drugs every day!

He came over with another box of pills and capsules. Seeing him like that, Jin's father was very distressed, "Junxiu, come on, these two medicines are all ready, take it."

Hearing his father's voice, he slowly opened his eyes, staring at the medicine capsules he put on the coffee table again, there was still some moisture in Junxiu's eyes.

He swallowed the saliva and took two pills each, but before he could eat it, there was a rapid ringing from the landline in the lobby.

"Housekeeper, go and pick it up."

Upon hearing the order, the butler immediately went to answer the phone, and soon hung up in a panic, "It's not good, President!"

"What's the matter?" Asked back while pouring Junxiu a glass of warm water, Father Jin and Junxiu both guessed that it might be the call from the hospital.

The reaction of the housekeeper should be that he has issued a critical illness notice.

"Young Master Zai just called, saying that the hospital issued a notice of critical illness for his wife early in the morning, and now he is going through the transfer procedures for his wife, and he is going to go abroad..."

"What's going abroad!" Standing up abruptly from the sofa, the previous words were expected, but the latter words were completely out of Junxiu's plan.

"Yeah, Master Zaizhong asked me to tell the president and the second young master not to worry too much. Madam, he has already contacted a foreign doctor, and he can transfer to another hospital in the afternoon..." There was a happy face, but fortunately, there was still a doctor in Zhongzhong. , the butler heaved a sigh of relief.

I hope Madam can get through the difficulties this time, otherwise the family will lose another mistress.

But after Junxiu heard his words, anger suddenly surged from his chest to his brain.

He covered his chest with one hand, and kicked all the pills on the coffee table viciously.

Jin Zaizhong, transferred to another hospital, he actually wants to transfer abroad!

"Junxiu!... Butler, you go out first." Seeing him knocking over all the medicines, Father Jin was at a loss and could only dismiss the butler, "Junxiu, what's wrong with you, this is your medicine!"

"What's the use of taking more medicines!" Angrily, he clenched his chest and fell back to the sofa, panting, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and broadcast a series of numbers. Junsu's first reaction now was to question Song Seung Heon.

The moment the phone was connected, his hoarse voice rose in decibels and resounded throughout the hall, "Song Seung-heon, didn't you say that you are in critical condition and that the person is hopeless? Why is Kim Jae-joong going to transfer her to another hospital to go abroad now!"

"I issued the notice according to your wishes, and I told him that it would not be more than three days. But your brother is so stubborn that he insisted on transferring Jin Chengling to a dead horse abroad as a living horse doctor, and even went to find him. Without Haruma Miura, I can't help it."

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