Glancing at the watch in his hand, Leng Zirui walked back downstairs. At his feet were winding cables that led from the road on the side of the hospital to the operating room.
This one is Leng Zimo's lifeline.
He wouldn't let anyone touch it until the operation was complete.
From the third floor to the first floor, from the building door to the roadside, Ah Jiu's people and Leng Zirui's people occupied every corner, protecting the cable, while Leng Zirui kept walking down the stairs, and then
He walked up again and looked around cautiously.
Now, he could finally calm down and think about this matter.
Every detail flashed before my eyes.
A burned-out master switch, a congested intersection, a stroller suddenly rushing over...
"No, this is not a coincidence!" Leng Zirui stopped and quickly looked around, "Cobra, it was you who did it, right?!"
In a corner of the hospital, a man in a cleaner's uniform glanced at Leng Zirui who was standing in the hospital through the bouquet, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Mr. Allen, the plan failed."
"What's going on?" On the other end of the phone, Allen's tone was full of anger.
"We cut off the power supply to the hospital, but now the power has been restored. We have tried our best. Now Leng Zirui and Leng Zimo's people are closely protecting the cables. If we continue, we will only expose our identities and continue.
"?" the fake cleaner asked in a low voice.
On the other end of the phone.
Allen glanced at Locke who was talking to several business partners, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over and whispered a few words to Locke.
Locke's pupils shrank, and anger showed on his face.
"So..." Allen glanced at the company's partners on the sofa opposite, "Do you want to continue?!"
Locke took a deep breath, "No!"
He is always cautious and will not hesitate to reveal his identity just because of impulse.
"Yes!" Allen agreed, stepped back, and called back directly, "Stop it!"
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In the operating room, Leng Zimo's operation has come to an end.
The tumor has been completely removed and placed on a plate, a blurry mass of flesh and blood.
Dr. Statham stood aside tiredly, while Shen Yizhou was doing the final suturing of Leng Zimo.
Because he had been undressed for a long time, Leng Zimo's anesthetic power had weakened somewhat, and he could even feel the sensation and pain of the needle penetrating his skin.
"Does it hurt a little? Can I help you apply some anesthetic?" Shen Yizhou asked.
"No, I like pain!" Leng Zimo said.
Because only when you are alive and awake can you feel pain.
This kind of pain is undoubtedly a happy pain for him.
Shen Yizhou didn't say anything else, he just continued his suturing.
Outside the window, Luo Xiaoqian once again turned the paper away from Leng Zimo.
This time, it's not a score, but a line of words.
"Leng Zimo, you are the best husband in the world!"
Leng Zimo raised his right hand and pointed at himself, then raised both hands, touched the back of his left hand warmly with the palm of his right hand, and then pointed his fingers apart.
For every action he made, he said a word.
"I!"
"like!"
"you!"
Not only because he wanted to let her know that he loved her, but most importantly, he wanted to tell her that he could persevere because she was with him.
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, and then quickly wrote three words back to him.
