Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

I have thought about my own death many times, just like I thought about it again on the operating table. I thought, I might die happily, for example, watching my beloved cry and laughing in front of me is already rougher than sandpaper. I ran my fingers through his hair, and gently closed my eyelids without regret. I thought that I might die in pain, such as a sudden car accident, or a dramatic fall off a cliff, but I never thought about it. But I died in pain, the cells full of natural electricity were active and suddenly cooled and stiff, causing heartbeat and apnea, and I was mistaken for a corpse.

I wonder if God is jealous of my happiness.

——Entering Jiang Weijin.

Obviously time passed quickly, like a tassel, the light flashed through the gaps between the fingers without leaving any traces, but everyone in Jiang Yichen outside the operating room didn't think so, looking at the light green wooden door of the closed operating room, For the first time, he had the urge to kick the door.

Little scarf, please don't be busy, okay?

Irijiang Weijin's operation lasted seventeen hours, and it was not over until eleven o'clock that night. Looking at the attending doctor who came out of the operating room, everyone stood up following their hearts, "Doctor, How is it?" Hei Chuanyu heard himself pretending to be calm, even though there was already a trembling tone in it.

The doctor Melius who came out was dressed in white. He looked back at Mikin Irie, who had not yet been pushed out, and sighed softly. Seeing his regretful expression, everyone's heart instantly turned cold, "The operation failed."

There was no one in the huge hospital corridor, it seemed that only Melius' words echoed slowly.

The operation failed.

Surgery failed...

"What are you talking about, huh!?" Yichen Jiang grabbed the doctor's collar and shouted. The corridor of the hospital echoed his hysteria. This corridor is dedicated to the operating room, so there are no other patients. will cause them trouble.It was originally Keigo Atobe's mantra, but now that it appeared in Yichen Irie's mouth, it was even more coercive of an adult, and the anger in his tone could not be concealed.

"How is it possible that the little scarf is gone...how is it possible..." Setohama's arms wrapped around his chest were drooping, as if he could no longer lift a sliver of strength.

Hei Chuanyu and Atobe Jingse lowered their eyes and did not speak, but they could see tears dripping from the corners of their eyes just like Gu Tong.

Entering Jiang Yichen grabbed Dr. Melius' hand and slowly raised it up. It was the hand that hit the hospital wall. The bloody liquid spread on the doctor's white neckline, leaving a few speckled circles, "What are you doing?" It wasn't a good operation!"

Merius wanted to speak but was blocked by Jiang Yichen's persecution, and was also buried in his persecution.

"Did you have a good operation, so a living girl just left like this? Impossible, okay? Ahh?! I'm asking you, the little scarf is not dead, right? What you said is deceiving Let's take it easy, shall we?!...", some self-deceiving questions echoed in the corridor of the hospital, leaving a faint lingering sound.

"Rose, it's really not gorgeous." Atobe Keigo's heart sank. The one who was learning to swim with him yesterday afternoon stubbornly called him Xiaojing, and retracted the hand injured by his own rose, smiling innocently. Mijin Irie, that's all, isn't there anymore?

All of a sudden, a feeling of right and wrong grew stronger in his heart.