Dear Mr. Lu

In the operating room, the operation was a success.

Coming soon to the closing stage.

But the time is also approaching zero by the minute.

Because of the local numbness of the beating, Luo Wencheng was conscious, looking at the bright red number on the electronic watch.

It's zero o'clock!

He waited a moment, the discomfort rising from his stomach, and—

Severely sharp!

As if piercing with a sharp knife, Luo Wencheng's body tensed up, and his teeth clenched.

The nurse who had been paying attention to his face thought he was nervous, so she comforted him with a smile: "It's almost ready, it's stitching."

Luo Wencheng tried to smile at her too, but the smile froze at the corners of his mouth before he even opened it, his brows were furrowed, beads of sweat were dripping out, and the little nurse was still wondering, when he heard the sharp beeping of the monitor.

Heartbeat and blood pressure soared over the warning line in an instant!

Lu Chong sat outside the operating room, his back straight, and the lights in the corridor illuminated his facial features very deeply and clearly.

He lightly stroked the thumb and index finger of his right hand, his stern brows were contemplative, and even the shadows cast on his face by the slightly drooping eyelids were a bit deep.

He was recalling the mood at that time, trying to find out the origin of that weird unhappiness.

The medical staff coming and going didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, because this person's sense of presence and oppression was too strong.

At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, the people inside hurried out, and then the people outside hurried in, as if something unexpected had happened.

Lu Chong heard the words "patients in operating room No. 3".

Luo Wencheng is in operating room No. 3!

He got up and walked into the operating room.

"Sir, you can't go in." The head nurse bravely came up to stop her, "It's a sterile area inside, family members can't go in."

Lu Chong frowned: "What's wrong with the patients in operating room No. 3?"

"Mr. Lu." The assistant of the chief surgeon came out of No. 3 operating room, "The patient wants to see you, please come in wearing a gown."

Lu Chong was stunned, and suddenly felt the absurdity of "seeing him for the last time". Even with the strength of his heart, he couldn't help but tighten a bit.

He took the isolation gown handed over by the head nurse, and put it on in a layman's way, regardless of the wearing steps. He walked briskly inside without shoe covers: "What's the matter, isn't it a minor injury?"

The assistant's legs were weakened by his shouting and questioning, and he hurriedly said: "The operation was very successful, very successful, but I don't know why the patient's heart rate and blood pressure suddenly became abnormal. We tried some methods but it didn't work, and the patient..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Chong walked into the operating room. On the operating table, Luo Wencheng was clamoring to come down, and a circle of people surrounded him to stop him. His weak and trembling voice came out: "I'm fine, I want to go out."

Lu Chong walked over quickly, seeing that his right shoulder was already stitched up, and he was breathing heavily, he was deeply relieved.

At this moment, he realized that his heart was stagnant. It turned out that he had stopped breathing just now.

He stepped forward to support Luo Wencheng's intact left arm: "Don't make trouble, just lie down obediently."

Luo Wencheng raised his head, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his hair was drenched. He tried hard to recognize Lu Chong, and said aggrievedly: "The operation is over, I'm just nervous... go out to get some air, just All right."

While talking, he clutched his upper left abdomen and gasped for breath. Anyone could see his pain.

After speaking, he leaned on Lu Chong, unable to use his strength.

Lu Chong looked at the glaring number blinking and beating on the instrument, and his blood pressure soared to 200. Even a layman like him knew how abnormal this was. He stared sharply at the orthopedic specialist beside him.

The orthopedic specialist wears a hat, mask and glasses, which can be said to be fully armed, but his whole face still hurts after being stared at by this stare. He thought about it and said, "I can't find out the exact reason at present. I have invited the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine, Neurology Internal medicine and gastroenterology are here for consultation."

Luo Wencheng was covering his stomach, even an orthopedic doctor would understand this.

In fact, the experts even doubted that Luo Wencheng had some kind of attack, but if he said this in front of the nobleman, he, as an expert, would quit, right?

"Sir, no, there are so many people, yes, it's an old problem..." Luo Wencheng tugged at his clothes, almost speaking out of breath, "It will be fine in a while..."

Lu Chong's pupils shrank for a moment, he held Luo Wencheng in his arms and said to the rest of the people: "You all go out, I will accompany him."

The experts want to say something else, but with so many people around here, there is really nothing that can be done, the cause of the disease is unknown, and they are important people, who dares to rashly resort to medicine and means?

Only Lu Chong and Luo Wencheng were left in the operating room.

Because of the operation, the hospital bed was adjusted a bit low. Lu Chong knelt on the bed with one leg, held Luo Wencheng in his arms, stroked his hair and back, and comforted him over and over again with a gentle voice that he didn't even notice: "It's okay. It's okay..."

The muscles in his arms were tense, and he had accumulated enough strength, worried that Luo Wencheng would hurt himself when he struggled, and kept staring at him, worried that he would bite himself if he lost his mind.

But nothing, he was just in pain, just sweating crazily, just leaning on himself weakly and tremblingly, enduring some kind of unknown pain, and didn't move extra.

He looked at Luo Wencheng calmly, there were no needles, nor any suspicious marks, but there were bruises on both shoulders and arms.

Luo Wencheng's skin is fair and tender, and the violence he suffered when he was kidnapped is so clearly displayed on his body at this moment, and there are even several bruises on his back. With Lu Chong's eyesight and experience, it is natural to see that it is an elbow or Pushed out when the knee is pressed.

He can even recreate the scene in his mind.

"..."

Lu Chong took a deep breath, his gaze was so cold that it could freeze people to pieces, but on the contrary, his voice was a little softer, and the movements of his hands were also more gentle.

Luo Wencheng was not wearing any clothes on his upper body, and when Lu Chong touched it, his hands were sweating. Lu Chong, who was originally very resistant to getting close to people, didn't mind at all at the moment. Even the sweat soaked into him through the clothes on his chest. It didn't feel normal either.

After nearly twenty minutes, Luo Wencheng gradually relaxed. Lu Chong felt it, and lowered his head and asked him softly, "Is it better?"

Luo Wencheng leaned on his chest and blinked slowly: "Hmm..."

"Then shall I call them in? Your wound is bleeding. Let them check it again."

Lu Chong seemed to be coaxing a child.

Luo Wencheng twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled.

He doesn't have the energy to speak right now.

Lu Chong called the doctors outside to come in.

The expert checked the surgical incision, and said that there was only a little bleeding, and there was no further injury inside. He personally sewed the last stitch, put gauze on it, and asked for instructions: "Go back to the ward first, or do a checkup here?"

Lu Chong looked at the exhausted look of the person in his arms: "Go back to the ward."

As he said that, he bent down and hugged the person directly.

The voice of the expert calling for the cart was stuck in his throat, and he only dared to follow behind to remind: "Be careful not to move your right arm, and keep absolutely still."

Liu Weizhi, Uncle Ding and the others didn't look at him for a while, and then found that their husband had gone into the operating room. Before he could figure out what happened, they watched him come out again.

Seeing that their husband was wearing a green isolation gown that was ridiculously open, holding in his arms a handsome young man with a bare upper body and white skin with a faint breath. It's a bit ambiguous.