The iron-blooded man also had tears in his eyes at this time.
Leng Zimo hugged his brother tightly, "Are you a man? How old are you and you still cry?!"
"Which of your eyes saw me crying?" Leng Zirui wiped his back, let go of him, and straightened up, "Look, are there any tears?!"
Leng Zimo glanced at him and said, "Get out!"
"Get out!" Leng Zirui turned and walked towards the door.
The brothers have had this conversation countless times since they were young.
No one knows if this time will be the last time.
"Let Jiao Yang come in." Leng Zimo said behind him.
"Okay." Leng Zirui raised his hand to wipe his face, opened the door and walked out, his eyes falling on Jiao Yang, "My brother wants to duel with you, go in!"
Jiao Yang nodded and walked in.
Two men looked at each other from afar.
After a while, Leng Zimo turned around, took out a small notebook from the drawer, and handed it to him.
"Keep this, you may need it later!"
Jiao Yang raised his hand to take the book and wanted to open it doubtfully.
Leng Zimo spoke again, "Don't look now, it's useless. Only if I die can you have a chance."
Taking a breath, Jiao Yang raised his face and looked at him, "You owe me a favor. Remember to pay me back after you finish the operation!"
The prerequisite for repaying the favor is that he must live. Leng Zimo understood what Jiao Yang meant, which was that he wanted him to live.
Without saying anything, Leng Zimo just stretched out his right hand to him.
Jiao Yang put the book in his left hand into his left hand, put it in his pocket, then stretched out his hand to hold his.
Former business rivals, former love rivals...now they are confidants.
The two men shook each other's hands, their fingers tightened.
After a moment, Leng Zimo let go of his palm.
"Do you want me to ask Xiao Qian to come in?!" Jiao Yang asked.
Leng Zimo shook his head gently. He had too much to say to her, but he didn't want to say anything. Even now, he didn't want to say any goodbye to her. He had already done what he could do for her.
, I still owe her, we can only see if there is a chance to cash it in the future.
Taking a step forward, Leng Zimo opened the door and walked out. He walked straight to Luo Xiaoqian and held her hand.
"Let's go, take me to the operating room!"
Luo Xiaoqian held his palm and said, "Okay."
"Mr. Leng, the operating room is ready. Dr. Shen, please come over immediately!" A nurse walked in hurriedly.
"Okay!" Leng Zimo agreed, took Luo Xiaoqian's hand, and walked with her to the operating room.
Several people stood up and walked behind him.
There was not much distance from the inpatient building to the operating room. During this period, no one spoke. It was not until he reached the door of the operating room that Leng Zimo stopped.
Luo Xiaoqian held his hand tightly, "Zimo, I will wait for you here!"
"Okay!" Leng Zimo turned around and held her in his arms, "Xiao Qian, can you promise me something?"
"What?" Luo Xiaoqian asked in her arms.
"In the next life... you can still be my wife, okay?" Leng Zimo asked in her ear.
He couldn't bear to let her go. He really couldn't bear to let her go.
He hasn’t loved or doted on this woman enough!
Luo Xiaoqian burst into tears in his arms, "Okay, in this life, in the next life, in the next life... I will be your wife!"
"you promise?"
"ensure!"
"good!"
Letting go of her, Leng Zimo turned around and pushed open the operating room door and walked in without looking back.
