Congenital deficiency

In the few days after his birthday, there was news of the source of Hong Lingyu's heart from the hospital.

On the second day after receiving the news, Hong Zhuo took Hong Lingyu back to China directly.

Xinyuan was a person who died accidentally in a car accident. He signed an organ donation before his death, which happened to match Honglingyu.

According to Hongzhuo's request, the hospital compiled a text version of all relevant materials and instructions, printed them out and sent them to Hongzhuo's apartment in the city center, in duplicate.

The next day Hong Lingyu went to the hospital to sign.

He signed the contract while Hong Zhuo was not at home, and the news reached Hong Zhuo. When he rushed to the hospital, Hong Lingyu had already signed and was undergoing various physical examinations.

In the end, Hong Zhuo didn't say anything, and silently accompanied him through the complete medical examination.

Surgery is scheduled for half a month later.

In the past half a month, Hong Lingyu sat quietly in his room. He brought back the book from the villa in Hongzhuo Taicheng, and now he has translated a third of it.

Different from his composure, Hongzhuo has been a little irritable these days.The few people around Hongzhuo experienced nearly a week of non-stop high-intensity work for no reason, but they still provoke Hongzhuo's cold eyes everywhere. Feeling that they got the answer, they tacitly tried not to appear in front of Hongzhuo.It's just that occasionally an unlucky secretary bumps into the muzzle of the gun, and without exception, they are almost scared to pee by the low air pressure around Hongzhuo.

Hong Lingyu was admitted to the hospital three days before the operation.

At 08:30 in the morning, the operation started on time.

Ji Daogong and Xiao Zhengping, who had disappeared for a few days, appeared in the hospital one after another, silently accompanying Hongzhuo and waiting at the door of the operating room.

In fact, the upper floor is the rest room, but Hong Zhuo insisted on being at the door of the operating room.

A few soft sofas were placed at the entrance of the operating room in advance, but they were useless at the moment. Hong Zhuo only sat down in the first minute after Hong Lingyu was pushed into the operating room. After that, he was like a trapped animal in the corridor. Pace repeatedly.

Ji Daogong and Xiao Zhengping looked at each other, seeing the same astonishment in the other's eyes, which made it easier.

...I wasn't the only one who was frightened by the Patriarch.

They both thought at the same time.

At noon, Zhou Tingyu and Hu Bai came to bring lunch and a set of clean clothes to the three of Hong Zhuo.

——The clothes on Hong Zhuo's body were already drenched with sweat.

In the end, Hong Zhuo only changed his clothes, and he didn't eat a bite of the rice Zhou Tingyu brought, so he put it aside until it was completely cool.

The red light at the entrance of the operating room lasts for eight hours, from 08:30 in the morning to 04:30 in the afternoon.

At almost five o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the operating room finally opened, and Hong Lingyu was pushed out.His eyes were closed, his face was bloodless, and he was motionless.

Hongzhuo paused when he got up, because he was too hasty, some muscles were pulled.

"How is he?" Hongzhuo blinked and stepped forward.

Hearing the doctor's unhesitating "operation went well", Hong Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as his body, which had been tense for eight hours, relaxed, the gunshot wound on his arm and the muscles in his leg that had just been pulled felt pain. With a sway, he supported the wall before Ji Daogong reached out to help him, adjusted his breathing, followed Hong Lingyu, and watched the doctors and nurses send him into the intensive care unit.

Like a long dream.

Hong Lingyu passed through various memories in his consciousness, and those obscure and dark things were left behind one by one by him. When he regained his whole body perception, what he felt first was the warm and soft touch around his body, and then the pain entrenched in his chest .

He squinted his eyes, adapting to the brightness in the room, and saw a black shadow constantly dangling in front of his eyes in his hazy vision, and then some hurried sounds sounded in his ears, and the black shadow disappeared.

Hong Lingyu woke up.

Hong Zhuo was wearing a sterile suit and had an unshaven face. Seeing Hong Lingyu looking over, he hurriedly leaned over: "Baby, how do you feel?"

Hong Lingyu couldn't speak, and looked back and forth several times at the black stubble on the chin of the person in front of her, before her confused eyes slowly focused, and she struggled to identify the person in front of her.

This is... Patriarch Hong?How did it become like this?

He didn't have the strength to speak for the time being, he just blinked, his face full of confusion.

Hong Lingyu's recovery ability is very good. She only lived in the intensive care unit for less than three weeks before being moved outside.From this day on, Hong Zhuo moved to the hospital, ate and lived with him, took care of Hong Lingyu himself without any help from others.

On the afternoon of the second day after leaving the ICU, Hong Zhuo personally fed Hong Lingyu a spoonful of food, and then waited until Hong Lingyu said that he was full, then hurriedly picked up a few chopsticks to fill his stomach, put the tableware aside, and Give Hong Lingyu a tablet for him to play with, and sit on the desk temporarily added to the room to deal with some mails.

Hong Lingyu watched a few videos boredly, and yawned without interest. When she looked up, she suddenly saw that Hong Zhuo at the desk had fallen asleep with his chin propped up.

Hong Lingyu had never seen Hong Zhuo so defenseless and tired.The gray under his eyes seems to be deepening in just a few days, the stubble on his chin was shaved yesterday, and now it grows a little more.Especially when he changed into light gray casual clothes, the cuffs of the wrists supporting his chin were still stained with a little oil, probably from taking care of him during lunch and cleaning up the mess.

Hong Lingyu was a little dazed.

The knock on the door sounded at the right time, interrupting Hong Lingyu's daze and Hong Zhuo's short sleep.

Hongzhuo's spirit seemed to be highly tense, and the moment he heard the knock on the door, he looked over vigilantly, his eyes darkened.

"Come in." His voice was a little hoarse from exhaustion.

The ones who pushed the door in were Zhou Tingyu and Xiao Zhengping who had been waiting for a while.

Xiao Zhengping closed the door without going forward, first nodded to Hong Lingyu in greeting, and then said to Hongzhuo: "Patriarch, City Z is calling."

Hong Zhuo got up: "Go out and talk."

The two of them closed the door, and Zhou Tingyu began to tidy up the ward, and finished it neatly. Seeing that Hong Zhuo and Xiao Zhengping hadn't come back, he simply sat by the bed and chatted with Hong Lingyu who was looking at her. sky.

"How is Master Zhang? Does today's meal suit your taste?" Zhou Tingyu has studied nursing and nutrition. She made the postoperative meal for the past few days by herself. On the basis of ensuring nutrition and fitness, Also trying to get as close to Hong Lingyu's appetite as possible.

Hong Lingyu recognized her mouth shape and nodded.

Zhou Tingyu smiled, and asked again: "The Patriarch is too busy, I can't ask him, I can only ask you, how is the Patriarch's food?"

Thinking of the mouthfuls of rice that Hong Zhuo stuffed like a duck a few hours ago, Hong Lingyu shook her head.

Zhou Tingyu nodded thoughtfully, and stopped asking after only one question, and brought the topic back to Hong Lingyu: "How is Master Zhang sleeping at night? Is it cold?"

The heating in the ward is adequate, and it runs 24 hours a day. If he didn't know that he was in City C, Hong Lingyu would have thought he was still in the tropics.

"Then I'm relieved." Zhou Tingyu said with a smile, "But Master Zhang, why don't you persuade the owner? The owner hasn't slept much since the day you had the operation. He works during the day and finds someone to learn nursing at night. Come here to take care of you, no one can persuade you." Zhou Tingyu sighed as he spoke, and his tone was extremely sincere: "I'm not telling you to let you have any ideas, but me, Huber, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Ji Very worried, Patriarch...Patriarch is willing to listen to your words now, before us..."

Before Zhou Tingyu finished speaking, the door suddenly opened, and Hong Zhuo appeared at the door with a cold face: "Who told you to talk too much? You don't want to come after today. Change to Hu Bo."

Zhou Tingyu fell silent, put away his things silently, and left without a word of rebuttal. Before closing the door, he even winked at Hong Lingyu, as if taking the opportunity to remind him of something.Hong Zhuo glanced over, and the latter hurriedly lowered his head and closed the door.

"Don't listen to her..."

Hong Lingyu's eyes fell on Hong Zhuo, but her mind was a little far away.He remembered the scene of turning over in the middle of the night last night.He stayed in one position for too long last night, and his hands, legs, back were a little sore. He wanted to turn over by himself, not to mention that his hands and feet didn't have much strength for the time being, but the pain in his chest could stop him immediately.

But he was sleepy and didn't know to call for someone, so he groped around on the hospital bed.

He remembered that someone came to his window suddenly, with wide and warm palms, holding his shoulders and juniors, and helping him adjust his posture slightly.

He always thought it was the nurse accompanying him at night, but he didn't expect it to be Hong Zhuo.

"Go to sleep." Hong Lingyu didn't look at what Hongzhuo's squirming thin lips were saying, and opened her mouth, her voice was slightly soft and hoarse.

Hong Zhuo was stunned the moment he spoke, as if he didn't understand what he said, he was stunned for a second.

After Hong Lingyu finished speaking, seeing that Hong Zhuo didn't respond, she just looked at him like that.

As they looked at each other, Hong Lingyu actually felt flattered from inside.

Before Hong Lingyu could speak again, Hong Zhuo went to the extra single bed in the room and lay down. The single bed was obviously too small and narrow, so Hong Zhuo could only bend his legs and curl up half-curled up. Lying completely on it, it seemed a little...aggrieved.

Looking at this scene, Hong Lingyu blinked, her face turned blank, and she felt a little strange in her heart.

The author has something to say: ...I will check the typos before posting, but I find that I read what I wrote, because I read it smoothly, I can't find the typos, and I often look back the next day to find the typos...

Forget it, I will correct the typos chapter by chapter when I go back to the end