Now tell him the news of Miss Jing's arrest, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope?
Wilson hesitated, then thought again...
If Jing Jiaren was dead now, Ximen Longting would probably fight Master Ximen immediately.
After experiencing this failed "rebellion", Mr. Ximen is probably even more defensive.
Ginger is old and spicy.
After all, Ximen Fenglie has experienced everything Ximen Longting has experienced. He has lived for more than twenty years!
Ximen Longting walked out of the ward with dignity. Suddenly his body sank and he fell to the ground without any warning——
Wilson looked at Ximen Longting lying on the bed, his face stiff and without any color at all.
His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was remembering something long ago.
He has been by Ximen Longting's side since he was young, and he can be said to have witnessed Ximen Longting's growth...
Ximen Longting's outline and facial features are mostly inherited from Master Ximen, and he has no resemblance to his mother at all.
Thinking of his mother, Wilson's eyes suddenly wandered.
He must keep Ximen Longting alive.
Picking up the phone, he dialed Ximen Fenglie's number...
It's raining in France too.
The man stood on the wide verandah-style terrace, sipping alone.
The maid standing nearby held her cell phone and pressed the speaker button.
"Master, can you give Miss Jing a way to survive until the young master's condition is cured? Without Miss Jing, the young master refuses to receive treatment."
"Tie him to the operating table."
"When the patient refuses treatment, even if he is forced to undergo surgery, once he refuses to receive treatment after the operation, it will only be counterproductive. All processes must be closely coordinated by the patient. The cure rate of the young master's disease is inherently low...
"
…
There is a small lamp left in the ward.
The sleeping Ximen Longting was covered by the light, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was screaming something.
Wilson didn't need to listen closely to know that his name was "Jing Jiaren".
The young master is worried about Jing Jiaren's safety, even in his sleep.
He hasn't slept well for three days in a row, and his nerves are in a state of tension...
A burst of music suddenly sounded.
Wilson took out his cell phone, which was not his, and heard the music coming from Ximen Longting.
He carefully took out his cell phone from his owner's coat——
Suddenly, a big palm suddenly grabbed Wilson's wrist.
Wilson was really startled: "I'm afraid I'll disturb you..."
He opened his blood-red eyes: "Is that her phone number?"
"I haven't watched it yet... Master, were you woken up?"
He snatched the phone from Wilson's hand and looked at the caller ID. The moment he answered the phone, he heard a furious voice:
"Jing Jiaren, you are such a heartless and unjust woman, do you still remember my life and death? And you know how to call me? Where is it?!" He missed her so damn much!
"I have something to deal with here... Ximen Longting, are you okay?"
"I'm lying in the hospital, do you think it's okay?" He snorted coldly and said as seriously as possible, "High fever, massive stomach bleeding, the doctor said it's advanced, come back and collect the body for me."
"real?"
"Fake."
"Ximen Longting, please stop being so scary!?"
"By disappearing without saying a word, aren't you afraid that I will really die?"
"I see that your roaring voice is full of energy, so it should be fine."
"Jing Jiaren——" Ximen Longting seemed to be out of breath and started to choke.