Reborn as a handsome young master

Grandpa Huo is frowning these days.

People who are Rh negative with panda blood are rare.Compared with normal people, the probability is about [-] in [-], and among these [-] in [-] people, you have to exclude babies, young children, and the elderly.

The hearts of infants and young children are not yet fully developed, while the hearts of the elderly are gradually failing and functioning impaired.

And the ones left who are healthy, close in age and died unexpectedly...

After this round of screening, those who meet the conditions are extremely rare.

What's more, what Huo Lang is looking for is a healthy heart with a2b blood type, which is rarer than panda blood.

Grandpa Huo lost a lot of his worried hair.There are many feelings in my heart: what if I have survived the baldness crisis in middle age?Isn't old age reactivated by the bear children at home?

He waved his hand to interrupt the short chatter of his old friend's boss and west, and asked with a straight face, "How about the heart?"

The old man who was interrupted was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, with thick eyebrows and a slightly fierce look.Hearing Grandpa Huo's question, he couldn't help but stare at each other, "Do you think this is the market picking watermelons? Are you waiting in line to buy them?"

Is this the end of the game?Grandpa Huo was so worried that he lost another hair.

"I said that your Xiaolang is also true. I haven't taken over a heart of this blood type for so many years. One week? Impossible." The old man waved his hand, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Although Grandpa Huo is about to go bald because of his own brat, he still protects his weaknesses in his heart.He looked at the scenery in the distance with heavy eyes, and said slowly: "How is it impossible, remove the condition of accidental death, I want to see how many living hearts there are."

The old man on the opposite side was taken aback, "...you"

Grandpa Huo looked down at the phone that rang on time, and couldn't help but sigh. "I'm not doing it, this kid is going to. Go ahead. Give me the list."

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit frowned and looked at Grandpa Huo until he was sure that he was not joking, then gritted his teeth and sighed, and went out.

Grandpa Huo looked down at Huo Lang's phone and pressed the answer button.

Huo Lang's voice was very deep. "Today is the last day, where's your heart?"

Grandpa Huo's voice was also a little heavy, and the voices of the two were unexpectedly similar, "Give me another 3 days, and I will definitely give it to you within 3 days!"

Huo Lang seemed to understand the true meaning of the '3 days', and fell silent suddenly.

No one knows better than Grandpa Huo how angry Huo Lang was when he found out that he was smuggling organs two years ago.

Grandpa Huo looked at the photo frame at hand. There was a photo of him and 18-year-old Huo Lang. In the photo, Huo Lang was young and handsome, but his eyes were precocious and indifferent beyond those of his peers.

"Good grandson." Grandpa Huo called softly. "Is Cheng Jun really so important to you?"

Is it important enough to violate your own bottom line?

Huo Lang understood Grandpa's subtext, so he didn't speak.The two were silent with each other.

After a long time, Huo Lang's deep voice came from the microphone, "He deserves it."

Grandpa Huo looked at the hung up call, leaned back slowly in the rocking chair, and sighed softly.

Yan Yili, who has returned to City H, is looking through everything he can find about Huo Lang.

But after reading it twice, Yan Yili was frustrated and found that the superficial information above was not what he needed.

——It’s not these things, it won’t be these obvious things.He must have a deeper identity hidden inside.

Yan Yili frowned.

His authority cannot find anything deeper, if he wants to find evidence...

Yan Yili's eyes flicked across the target's confession.As long as Huo Lang's name is added to the confession, he can apply for more detailed information.

Cheng Yanxiao's angina pectoris became more and more frequent, and he usually endured it and let it go, but this morning it suddenly became abnormal.

He felt a large group of poisonous insects suddenly drilled into his heart, and they gathered densely to eat his flesh and blood.His appearance should be spiked.

Cheng Yanxiao can even imagine how sharp the thorns on their bodies are, how they cut iron like mud.

Otherwise why would it hurt so much? !

Cheng Yanxiao's face was pale, because his left hand was in a plaster cast, he could only hold his right hand to his chest, gritted his teeth and endured the crazy idea of ​​"I wish I could dig out my heart and stop suffering".

There was another sharp pain.

"Oh!" He raised his neck and let out an angry roar, and the veins on his neck burst out.

Layers of sweat broke out on the back.Layer upon layer, Cheng Yanxiao has been fished out of the water.

He didn't know how long the pain would last?But now, even his strength to resist was worn out by the pain.

He lay on the bed moaning helplessly.

Huo Lang brought Cheng Yanxiao's new film taken in the morning to discuss the direction of surgery with the doctors outside his heart, and he felt palpitations for no reason.

This feeling was too familiar, he hurriedly stood up from the chair with a solemn face, "Go ahead, I'll go out for a while." As soon as the words fell, the whole person had already walked out the door.

When he rushed to the ward, Cheng Yanxiao was already half unconscious due to the pain.

Huo Lang immediately injected a shot of morphine.

In his sleep, Cheng Yanxiao still looked extremely restless, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a low moan in his mouth.

Huo Lang touched his wet forehead, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

He wiped Cheng Yanxiao's body clean with his hands and feet and put on breathable clothes again, but the clothes he just put on were soaked in sweat again not long after.

Cheng Yanxiao curled up in pain, but Huo Lang firmly pressed him down.

Excessively curled up posture will cause the seam of the back to be pulled, if his current state is infected...

Huo Lang's suppression soon woke up Cheng Yanxiao from a short coma.

Physiological tears fell from the corner of his eyes, Cheng Yanxiao looked at Huo Lang trembling slightly.There was a thick trill in the voice, "You, are you back?"

"It hurts?" Huo Lang stroked his wet forehead. "Need some water?"

Cheng Yanxiao bit his lip tightly, his face paler than paper, and softly discussed, "Can you, give me, hit, get some pain reliever?"

Huo Lang's face changed, "I've already called you. Do you feel better?"

Cheng Yanxiao seemed to be taken aback for a moment?

After a while, he said slowly with a trembling voice: "Okay, it seems to be better." But the uncontrollable trembling of his body did not stop, on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

Huo Lang picked up the second morphine and injected it for him.

The two morphines meet in Cheng Yanxiao's body.After they collided, they finally produced the strength to stabilize Cheng Yanxiao. He gradually fell into a deep sleep and stopped moaning helplessly and weakly.But his face was very pale, as if he would be turned into dust particles by the wind and dissipate in the world.

Huo Lang's expression was depressed.He sat by Cheng Yanxiao's side until he repeatedly confirmed that he was asleep, then went out of the corridor and pressed the message he just jumped in - he had found Zhan Jianyan

Huo Lang's cold eyes were fixed on the three words 'Zhan Jianyan' as if they were real.

The fingers pressing the phone tightened violently, until the fingertips turned white, and the solid display screen made a weak soft sound, cracking spider webs under his fingers.

—bring people.

He sends the message.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Cheng Yanxiao finally woke up from his lethargy.Then he felt a light and slow kiss.

"You've finally woken up, my princess." Huo Lang lightly pressed his lips again.

Cheng Yanxiao hooked his lips weakly, and his voice was thin and small, "I can't help but wake up when I think that I won't be able to see such a handsome prince as you when I fall asleep."

The two never mentioned what happened that morning.Huo Lang shook the bed a little, stroked his pale cheeks that were getting thinner, "Are you hungry? I'll prepare porridge."

Cheng Yanxiao didn't have any appetite, but seeing the uneasiness in Huo Lang's eyes, he nodded and said with a smile, "I'm very hungry."

"You need to get better as soon as possible. Then you won't have to eat liquid food anymore." Huo Lang brought the recently delivered porridge from the table next to him.

"En?" Cheng Yanxiao glanced quietly, and saw that there were seven or eight copies on the table.He frowned and hummed dissatisfiedly. "Capitalism."

Huo Lang couldn't help laughing, and fed him a mouthful of porridge.Ask, "Is porridge delicious in capitalism?"

In fact, it is quite delicious. Cheng Yanxiao has been drinking from this restaurant before. It is said that it is medicinal porridge, and the price is already sky-high in ordinary porridge.But now his whole tongue seems to be numb from the pain, and he can't taste whether it is delicious or not.

"You bought it, I like everything." Cheng Yanxiao swallowed the porridge obediently, coaxing Huo Lang sweetly.

Huo Lang fed it one mouthful at a time. Seeing that Cheng Yanxiao's swallowing movements were getting slower and slower, he couldn't help but stop, "Are you full?"

Cheng Yanxiao originally wanted to smile at him, but the sudden twist in his abdomen made his face change suddenly, and he pushed Huo Lang hard.

But because he was too weak, the push had no practical effect, and soon, he vomited against the edge of the bed.

He spit out all the porridge he just ate, and a lot of it splashed on Huo Lang's body.

He lay limply on the edge of the bed, his upper body twitching slightly from vomiting.

But the porridge had been vomited out, and after he vomited some acidic water from his stomach, he couldn't vomit anything anymore.

Huo Lang took off his vomit-stained coat to cover the smelly residue, and picked up the limp Cheng Yanxiao to the next room.

Cheng Yanxiao felt ashamed to be hugged by his handsome boyfriend.

He has never been so useless since he was born in the womb!

He was put on the bed by Huo Lang, rinsed his mouth with water, and said to him sullenly: "Is this also the case for pregnant women with morning sickness? Then my mother..." He stopped suddenly, then frowned and made a noise Zi'ah~''ah~' a few times, and said with a look of disgust: "Why is my voice so hoarse?"

Huo Lang's worry was instantly diluted by his nonsense.

He suddenly felt that it was quite right for Cheng Xin to call him - silly boy.

Although Cheng Yanxiao is not in good health, he has an active heart.When he recovered a bit, he couldn't help sharing his childhood with Huo Lang, "My mother wore skirts for me when I was young. Because she said I looked like a little girl in skirts. It looks so beautiful."

Fourth personality - mother?

Huo Lang's expression remained unchanged, but it suddenly occurred to his mind that Cheng Yanxiao's sub-personality was only able to appear because of Cheng Jun's master personality.In case there are more and more personalities in the later stage...

Cheng Yanxiao didn't notice Huo Lang's distraction, and said to himself: "The most irritating thing is my father, you can say that my mother is ignorant, but he also thinks it looks pretty, and took a lot of photos. "

dad?

Fifth personality?

Huo Lang couldn't help showing a trace of worry.

Cheng Yanxiao caught this worry, and still showed off with great heart: "Hey, what kind of expression do you have? Don't tell me, I was really pretty when I was young. If I have a chance to go back to my hometown, I will show you the photos look."

home?

Huo Lang asked modestly, "Where is your hometown?"

"City H."

City H?Yan Yili suddenly came into Huo Lang's mind, and he remembered that Yan Yili belonged to City H.