Chapter 71 Chapter 71 The finale.
Just like the last time he donated blood, Qin Du received a bottle of milk and a bag of biscuits and returned to the company.
The company was busy as it had just resumed work at the beginning of the new year. Qin Du had just finished a meeting and returned to the office to rest when his secretary brought him a work plan, saying that there would be a simple meeting in half an hour and then he would have to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of a partner's new company in two hours.
Qin Du leaned back on the sofa with his head tilted back, his eyes squinting, and he hummed softly.
He had been busy with company matters and Liu Jingheng's follow-up visit recently, and he had hardly had a good night's sleep. In this extremely exhausted state, he had four hundred blood draws, which made him feel a little dizzy and exhausted, and a sense of restlessness was rising in his heart.
After resting for a while, Qin Du was woken up by his secretary to attend a new round of meetings. He was already a little irritable due to physical discomfort and lack of sleep, and when he saw the old faces of those old hands in the company who looked like they had gotten something for nothing, Qin Du's expression simply turned cold.
A group of people surrounded Qin Du and went to the meeting room. It seemed that they all felt Qin Du's extremely low pressure, and a bare circle magically formed around him.
At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Liu Jingheng, wearing a cashmere coat, suddenly emerged from the elevator, holding a thermos in her hand.
He looked around and saw a group of people in suits and ties walking towards him not far away.
Among the heads of various shapes and heights, Liu Jingheng spotted Qin Du at a glance. With his height advantage, he could always become a conspicuous crane among the chickens.
Liu Jingheng raised her hand to say hello, but then retracted it with rare acumen.
Because the expression on Qin Du's face in his eyes was very... difficult! to read!
Several people who looked like employees gathered around him but didn't dare to get too close. They lowered their heads and took turns to report their work to him cautiously. Qin Du's sharp brows were tightly furrowed, his face was a little pale, and he looked very scary.
Liu Jingheng shrank into the corner.
Suddenly, he saw Qin Du glance over here casually, then he paused, and his slightly pale and fierce face suddenly had two dimples at the corners of his mouth, and his brows relaxed, as if by magic.
Qin Du whispered a few simple words to the people around him, and his originally dull and serious footsteps became light and relaxed, and he came over in three or two steps.
"Why are you here?" Qin Du walked to Liu Jingheng, leaned down slightly, and tried to keep his tone relaxed, but fatigue could be heard in it.
Liu Jingheng groaned for a long time, scratched her face, and raised the thermos bucket:
"Uncle Li said you weren't coming home for dinner tonight, so I was worried you'd be hungry, so I made some food."
Qin Du noticed Huadian: "Did you do it?"
Liu Jingheng nodded obediently: "I followed the video. I really tried hard this time."
Qin Du took the thermos from him, called the secretary over, and continued:
"I have a meeting that ends in half an hour. Can you go to my office and wait?"
Liu Jingheng still nodded obediently.
Half an hour later, Qin Du hurried back to the office as soon as the meeting ended. When he entered, he saw Liu Jingheng eating the biscuits he had given her for donating blood.
Seeing Qin Du coming back, Liu Jingheng chewed the biscuit and looked at him for a long time before slowly putting the last piece into her mouth. Then she gathered the crumbs on the table into a pile, clenched them in her hand, looked around but couldn't find a trash can, so she had to stuff them all into her mouth.
Qin Du's heart melted when he saw him, and he thought he was both cute and pitiful.
From the moment he saw Liu Jingheng, Qin Du felt much better and seemed not so tired anymore.
He sat down next to Liu Jingheng, took the thermos bucket, and asked:
"Why did you suddenly think of making food for me?"
Liu Jingheng: "I learned how to make dog food for Penny from the Internet. I thought of you and just did it."
Qin Du smiled helplessly: "Penny and I are both quite pitiful."
Liu Jingheng didn't understand why: "Yes."
In fact, Liu Jingheng didn't organize her words well enough to answer.
He had seen all of Qin Du's hard work these days. Sometimes at night, he would sleep for half the day, and after getting up at night, he could still see the light in Qin Du's study was on. He would peek through the crack in the door and see Qin Du rubbing his brows tiredly, and then continue typing on the keyboard with bloodshot eyes.
After returning to the room, Liu Jingheng couldn't sleep either.
He felt sorry for Qin Du, very sorry.
Today, he learned from Uncle Li that Qin Du would be busy with work and would not be back for dinner tonight, which made him very uneasy. So he simply prepared some food for Qin Du and also researched some dog food recipes for Penny.
Qin Du opened the thermos. He was certainly aware of Liu Jingheng's cooking skills.
But he still overcame his physical resistance and finished it.
Just as he guessed, the few side dishes revealed Liu Jingheng's fearlessness, lack of external help, and delicious taste when cooking.
Liu Jingheng: "Good times?"
Qin Du used water to force himself to swallow the last mouthful of half-cooked rice:
"It was a great time."
Liu Jingheng: "Hey."
Liu Jingheng asked again: "Secretary brother said you will be leaving soon, when will you leave?"
Qin Du glanced at his watch: "In an hour."
Liu Jingheng was silent for a while, then suddenly slapped her thigh, "Pa pa pa".
Qin Du: “?”
Liu Jingheng: "Sleep for a while."
Qin Du's eyebrows paused, his heart blossoming with joy, but on the surface he had to pretend:
"Sleeping on your lap?"
"right."
"Don't bother, there's a bed in the office."
Liu Jingheng frowned slightly and continued to take pictures.
Qin Du relaxed his body, rested his head on Liu Jingheng's thigh, and asked, "Is it heavy?"
Liu Jingheng shook his head. He leaned down, put his arms around Qin Du's shoulders, and tried to bend his waist into a sharp angle.
The two looked at each other for a long while, and then Qin Du asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
Liu Jingheng shook her head, then slowly put her face against the tip of Qin Du's nose, rubbing it.
He himself couldn't explain why, but he really liked the feeling of being intimate with Qin Du. Every time at this moment, his brain would secrete a lot of joy.
To Yu Qindu, Liu Jingheng was like a silly but very clingy kitten. She came to him and rubbed against him clumsily. Her warm and soft face made him feel very comfortable, and he felt sleepy in waves.
"When you recover." Qin Du narrowed his eyes, his voice firm yet a little sleepy. "I'll take you riding a pony, take Penny fishing, and... go back to Manhattan and take you to eat pink ice cream."
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
*
In early April, spring comes and flowers bloom, and all things come back to life.
The cardiac specialty hospital invested and built by Qindu at the end of last year was officially completed and put into use.
He spent a large sum of money to invite the world's top cardiologists to gather in Jinhai City, and introduced the most advanced medical equipment from abroad. Finally, he took a six-month leave from the company and hired a professional CEO to run the company.
There are five days left until Liu Jingheng's surgery.
At that time, Qin Du had a very important matter to discuss with Liu Jingheng.
"Where is your household registration book?" he asked Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng was stunned and shook her head.
"Look for it."
"What are you looking for that for?"
"Register for marriage."
Liu Jingheng: “……?”
Seeing Liu Jingheng looked like she was struck by lightning, Qin Du asked, "What are you worried about?"
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time before she trembled and said:
"Why do you want to...jiefen."
Qin Du asked again: "Don't you like me?"
Liu Jingheng fell silent.
He really liked her, but he didn't dare to say it. If they really got married, what if he traveled back in time one day and the original owner came back and not only inherited his huge inheritance of 6,000 yuan, but also got a cheap husband who took all his benefits? He would probably not be able to close his eyes even after his death.
Qin Du saw that he was immersed in his own world again and couldn't extricate himself, so he didn't want to urge him and could only say:
"Considering that there might be an urgent need for blood during your surgery and the blood bank is currently in short supply, I have prepared a blood donation certificate so that my children or spouse can receive blood transfusions first."
Liu Jingheng still didn't understand. To talk to him, she had to break down a sentence word by word and feed it to him.
"I mean, if you regret it someday, you can always file for divorce, but right now, you need this marriage certificate," Qin Du explained patiently, "to deal with any emergencies that might arise during your surgery."
"Is it not possible not to get married? As for the surgery, I'll just do my best and leave the rest to fate." Liu Jingheng didn't object in his heart, but he had no idea where the original owner's household registration book was thrown. He vaguely remembered that he had cleaned the place during the time he lived in the original owner's nest, but he didn't see any household registration book.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du interrupted his thoughts, pinched his shoulder and said seriously, "Resigning yourself to fate is the act of incompetent people. I will work hard on this operation, and you should work hard too."
Liu Jingheng was stunned. These words made him want to cry.
He never believed in changing one's fate. What steps a person should take are all predetermined by fate. If you work hard, you will get results. He waited so hard for his parents to come back, and they would have come back long ago.
Once upon a time, when he was young, he knelt by the window and made a wish to the moon, hoping that tomorrow's operation would be successful.
As a result, he suffered from hypoxia and severe bleeding during the operation. He was in a coma on the hospital bed for a full six months. After waking up, he became as stupid and clumsy as he is today.
While surfing the Internet, he came across an ID that struck his soul:
[If you encourage others to work hard, God will strike you with lightning]
Liu Jingheng sobbed and spoke incoherently:
"Qin Du, you, you will be punished by heaven..."
Qin Du: "..."
Ever since Liu Jingheng was beaten up by debt collectors and hospitalized last time, Qin Du has tried hard to learn to give Liu Jingheng all his patience, but he still feels that communicating with Liu Jingheng is too difficult. Why does he always talk nonsense?
This time, Qin Du decided to give up his useless patience.
He picked up the car keys and held Liu Jingheng in one hand:
"I don't want to explain. It doesn't matter if I don't have a household registration booklet. I don't need that thing when I get married now."
Liu Jingheng desperately grasped the doorknob and pushed against it. No, he didn't want to die on the operating table. The original owner came back and inherited her husband.
Qin Du did not dare to use too much force, as he was afraid that Liu Jingheng would tear him apart, so he simply reduced his strength and said:
"Register for marriage now, and I'll come back to buy you a bombing squid."
Liu Jingheng immediately let go of the door handle and followed him out obediently:
"OK."
Qin Du sighed, feeling incredibly annoyed. He was no better than a giant bombing squid.
…
Took photos, registered, and bought the giant squid.
It's just like going out to buy dinner, clean and neat without any delay.
In the car, Liu Jingheng's red notebook was in her pocket, half of it had fallen out, but she was chewing on a giant squid.
Qin Du, who was standing next to him, would take out his red book and examine it carefully every time he stopped and waited for a red light.
In the photo, Liu Jingheng is wearing a clean white shirt. She barely found the focus of the lens after being reminded several times by the photographer. It seemed that her brain had difficulty working on two tracks, so she forgot to smile.
Qin Du closed the marriage certificate, kissed a corner of it lightly, took the certificate and stepped on the accelerator.
*
That night, Uncle Li saw the couple's marriage certificate and couldn't let it go. He touched it again and again, and finally activated the Qin family's first-level safe, set up a three-layer combination lock, and put the two red books in it, feeling safe and at ease.
Qin Du next door had just finished talking to the doctor on the phone and went to bed, planning to rest early today. When he looked up, he saw Liu Jingheng standing outside the door holding a pillow, observing.jpg.
Qin Du breathed a sigh of relief and waved at him. Liu Jingheng walked in very naturally, threw the pillow on the bed, and climbed up to lie down.
Qin Du lay on his side, supporting his head with one hand, and looked at Liu Jingheng with interest. He asked:
"You're not planning on sleeping here tonight."
Liu Jingheng squinted her eyes, looking very tired, and her voice was weak and soft:
"Don't we have the red book?"
Qin Du thought for a moment: "So?"
Liu Jingheng: "As long as we have the red book, we have to sleep together. What if I really need blood and the doctor does a background check on me and finds out that we are not actually married, and refuses to give me blood?"
Qin Du couldn't help laughing:
"Leave the doctors alone, they're already busy."
Liu Jingheng couldn't hear the sarcasm in the sentence, and stubbornly believed that her idea was absolutely a precautionary measure. She moved closer to Qin Du, with her face pressed tightly against his chest muscles.
Qin Du lowered his eyes and stared at Liu Jingheng's face, then raised his hand and gently stroked his hair.
At the hospital's request, Liu Jingheng has to be hospitalized tomorrow for preoperative arrangements. In fact, he still doesn't know what operations he will undergo.
Qin Du knew that when he took him to New York for medical treatment last year, the doctor had said:
Liu Jingheng had undergone three operations before, but because medical technology was not very advanced at the time, and he had the most difficult-to-treat complete transposition of the aorta in the world, he developed complications after the operation, which aggravated the mortality rate caused by heart failure.
Therefore, the doctor suggested to remove all his previous surgeries and perform the world's first total lumen retraction surgery, plus double artery double root switch. If the operation is successful, after he recovers a year or two later, he can install an artificial pacemaker, and his heart can basically be restored to the level of a normal person.
But the best thing in the world is always a long-cherished wish.
At that time, the doctor called Qin Du into a small room alone and explained the plan of the operation to him in detail.
There is a huge risk:
Liu Jingheng's heart is like a dilapidated hut in the ruins. The doctor has to transform himself into the most authoritative architect, demolish this hut and build a magnificent skyscraper.
Therefore, except for the mitral valve, all other heart structures had to be dismantled and reassembled. This would cause Liu Jingheng to face a long period of cardiac arrest during the operation, which would most likely cause ischemic failure of other organs. In the end, this small, dilapidated house was hastily destroyed at this place of origin.
At that time, the doctor asked Qin Du solemnly:
"In this case, are you sure you want the patient to undergo surgery?"
Without surgery, Liu Jingheng could only survive for three years at most given her current condition.
If he had the operation, he and Qin Du might become two old grandfathers, sitting in rocking chairs and watching the sunset, or he might turn into zero on the operating table.
But Qin Du didn't hesitate at all, and said affirmatively: "Do it."
He knew very well that the hesitation of the patient's family might also bring psychological pressure to the doctor. It would be better to be calm and let the doctor relax, which might achieve the best results.
Qin Du took a deep breath and gently patted Liu Jingheng's back to coax her to sleep.
He didn't say a word to Liu Jingheng about the surgical plan. He just told her that it was a very simple operation. She would be given anesthesia and sleep for a night. After waking up, she would eat delicious hospital meals for a few days, and then they could go riding ponies together.
Qin Du didn't know what else he could do for Liu Jingheng, so he could only repeat in his ear over and over again:
"When you recover, we'll ride ponies together."
*
Liu Jingheng was in the hospital, but she was quite happy.
The hospital was built for him by Qin Du at great expense. It was clean and bright, and many facilities in the ward were designed to be home-style, making him feel at home. At least he would not feel nervous because of the seriousness of a traditional hospital.
These days, Qin Du and Uncle Li accompanied Liu Jingheng to play Monopoly and Three Kingdoms Kill. It was the first time for Liu Jingheng to play a board game other than Flying Chess. She grinned every day with joy.
Although his life plan was unlikely to make him rich, at least in the Monopoly game, he became a wealthy super tycoon.
April 11th was the day for the surgery.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Liu Jingheng woke up for a check-up as usual. This world's first full-cavity retrieval surgery attracted a large number of reporters.
The surgeon in charge of this operation was the director of Cornell University Hospital, and the operation was performed by the world's top cardiac surgery experts.
In the ward.
Qin Du buttoned up Liu Jingheng's hospital gown and gently reminded her:
"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor operation. It will be over after you wake up from a good sleep."
Liu Jingheng nodded, her gaze drifting towards the window.
After a while, he said:
"In that case, why are your hands shaking?"
Qin Du was stunned, and lowered his eyes to look at his hands that were buttoning his shirt. He found that several of his fingers were shaking violently. After buttoning for a long time, he still couldn't get the button into the buttonhole smoothly.
His Adam's apple slid slightly, and his brain tried hard to control his fingers from shaking. On the surface, he looked calm and composed.
"I didn't eat breakfast, and my blood pressure is a little low."
Liu Jingheng nodded: "I will go into the operating room in a while, you go have breakfast, what do you want to eat?"
"I don't know, let's go out and take a look."
Liu Jingheng stared into his eyes and said seriously:
"You must eat it."
Qin Du gritted his teeth and hummed softly.
He was about to say something when the doctor came over and called for help.
Qin Du led Liu Jingheng out of bed.
The corridor leading to the operating room was as long as a stairway to heaven. Qin Du held Liu Jingheng's hand and felt his palm was wet. He couldn't tell if it was him sweating from nervousness or Liu Jingheng.
Qin Du stopped suddenly when the "Family Members Not Allowed" sign came on.
"Come in." He said to Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng nodded, let go of Qin Du's hand and took two steps forward.
As usual, he suddenly stopped, not knowing what had made him think so hard.
After a long time, he turned around, slowly walked back to Qin Du, grabbed Qin Du's hand and held it tightly.
Qin Du smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
On the day of the operation, all his smiles were just forced. He was always calm and decent in front of Liu Jingheng as before. But when this day came, he realized that there were things in this world that he could not control.
Especially when he looked down at Liu Jingheng's expression, he realized in despair that he really couldn't laugh anymore.
"Plop, plop." Tears were hanging from the corners of Liu Jingheng's eyes, falling down.
For Liu Jingheng, both the people around him and the doctors told him that this was just a simple operation. It seemed that everyone thought he was stupid, and a few words could reassure him.
But if it was really that simple, why did he need another surgery after undergoing three major operations?
Qin Du signaled to the doctors with his eyes, and the doctors understood and left on their own initiative to give the two some time.
Qin Du pulled Liu Jingheng to sit on the bench, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his large hands:
"What's wrong? Are you still scared?"
Liu Jingheng nodded. This fear stemmed from confusion and the unknown. He didn't know what would happen to him if the surgery failed. Would he return to his original world and experience another critical illness notice? Would he leave this world with regret, thinking about this story without an ending?
At this moment, she strongly did not want to die and did not want others to inherit her cheap husband. You could say he was selfish, but there was no second chance in life, so what was wrong with being greedy?
Liu Jingheng didn't know who to turn to for the answer to this question, so she could only mutter in confusion, as if asking a question or talking to herself:
"What if the operation fails and he dies?"
Qin Du held his two hands, looked into his red eyes, and said seriously:
"If you fail, wait for me at Naihe Bridge and I'll pick you up."
"Just like when I picked you up after art class."
Liu Jingheng chewed on these words slowly. After almost a century, his eyes gradually widened, almost to the limit.
In the general public's perception, when a person who is about to undergo surgery imagines the worst possible outcome, his family should patiently comfort him and say, "No, it will definitely succeed."
Liu Jingheng is stupid and believes everything, but she is not stupid enough to believe such nonsense.
He asked a very negative and unanswerable question, but Qin Du still gave the most perfect answer to this negative question.
Liu Jingheng's tears burst out in torrents.
He hugged Qin Du's shoulders and gently sucked Qin Du's slightly cool earlobe with his moist lips.
Then he uttered a vague, "Thank you, Ni."
"You're welcome."
Qin Du looked at Liu Jingheng deeply for a while and patted his shoulder:
"It's time, go in."
Liu Jingheng stood up and reluctantly held Qin Du's hand.
After a long time, he finally said in a naughty and coquettish manner, whining, "Don't forget to come and pick me up."
Qin Du chuckled and nodded: "Sure."
The door of the isolation room slowly closed, and Liu Jingheng's thin back gradually became narrow in the gap of the door.
…
Liu Jingheng was lying on the operating table, surrounded by a group of doctors and nurses. The anesthesia began to take effect and his head became blurry. But out of habit, he used his last bit of strength to look towards the door of the operating room.
Uncle, don't forget to pick me up.
Outside the operating room, the dim corridor stretched Qin Du's shadow diagonally.
The moment the door of the isolation room closed, he suddenly stood up. For nearly an hour, he kept this posture and stared at the door.
Uncle Li came over to bring food and consoled her:
"Mr. Qin, eat something first. The doctor said this operation is very complicated and is expected to take longer than a typical heart surgery. You haven't eaten since yesterday. Don't be quiet, nothing's wrong, you can't handle it."
Qin Du didn't even look at him, and after a long while he whispered:
"I don't want to eat anymore. I have no appetite. I feel very confused now."
Uncle Li knew that there was no point in persuading him, so he stopped urging him and sat down with his lunch box.
In fact, he is the same. He has not had a drop of water since last night.
The situation in the operating room was also tense.
More than a dozen doctors and nurses gathered around the operating table, their spirits extremely tense.
Liu Jingheng had previously undergone an operation to merge the left and right ventricles into one ventricle to help with blood production, but now the doctor has to separate the ventricles again and then separate the left and right arteries and reconnect them in sequence. Therefore, Liu Jingheng's heart is now in a state of complete heart arrest and needs to be infused with myocardial arrest protective fluid and then barely maintained by an extracorporeal circulation assist machine.
The maximum maintenance time of the myocardial arrest protective fluid is three hours. Under normal circumstances, three hours is enough for ordinary heart surgery, but for cases with severe heart deformities like Liu Jingheng, it is just the beginning.
As a last resort, the doctor injected him with cardiac arrest fluid again.
At this time, four and a half hours had passed since Liu Jingheng entered the operating room.
Qin Du finally sat down outside the operating room.
After sitting for only three or five minutes, he stood up again.
In the operating room, every medical staff is walking on thin ice.
The surgeon had performed hundreds of heart surgeries. Generally, thirty or forty stitches were enough, and sometimes four or five hundred. However, in the case of Liu Jingheng, who had almost completely reconstructed her heart, the doctor said frankly:
"I'm going to need thousands of stitches this time."
Six and a half hours passed, and Liu Jingheng's heart was still in arrest.
Qin Du sat on a bench outside the operating room, his head bowed, his vision blurry.
He couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable, or maybe he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Uncle Li couldn't help but sigh when he saw that he was pale and had sweat on his forehead.
"Boss Qin, you should at least eat something. If Jingjing knew about you like this, she would be extremely anxious."
Qin Du was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head.
In an instant, all the emotions surged into his heart. He stared at Uncle Li blankly, his eyes gradually turning red.
Just as he recalled, before Liu Jingheng entered the operating room, she was still reminding him to go out for breakfast.
Qin Du picked up the thermos and went to the ward.
The food Uncle Li prepared was simple, consisting of some home-cooked dishes. He knew that Qin Du would not be able to eat anything at the moment.
He guessed correctly. When Qin Du faced the food, he felt severely nauseous due to the influence of his stomach, the emotional organ.
But you still have to eat it, you must eat it.
Qin Du stuffed rice into his mouth like a robot without any emotion.
He really couldn't tell what it tasted like. All he could think of was Liu Jingheng spinning around anxiously.
Qin Du stopped chewing and suddenly touched his chest.
it hurts.
At this moment, he finally understood why Liu Jingheng would suddenly stop eating and think about life every time.
Because my heart hurts.
*
At 4:30 in the afternoon, seven and a half hours had passed since Liu Jingheng's surgery began.
After thousands of stitches, the surgeon observed Liu Jingheng's heart.
Boom, boom, boom.
The nurse breathed a sigh of relief. The first half of the operation went smoothly, and the patient's heart began to beat again.
The doctor's tone also seemed somewhat happy:
"It's amazing! This child has such strong vitality. Once the artery was opened and blood flowed into the coronary artery, his heart immediately started beating again, and it's beating very well."
"Yeah, it's jumping harder than when it was free just now."
The doctor immediately performed an intraoperative ultrasound to check the heart condition.
"It's very good. The tricuspid valve and the upper and lower cavities are all good. The only drawback is a little ventricular septal reflux. But the entire connection structure has returned to normal." The doctor said this with a joyful smile on his face.
The operation was in its twelfth hour and it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.
The surgeon breathed a sigh of relief and arranged for other doctors to filter Liu Jingheng's water. He then planned to leave the operating room to eat something.
As soon as the door of the isolation room opened, Qin Du heard the sound, jumped up, and strode out:
"Doctor, how is the situation?"
When he said this, his voice trembled violently.
The surgeon smiled and nodded:
"So far, everything is going smoothly. However, because the patient underwent extensive heart reconstruction, his heart was in cardiac arrest for nearly seven hours, and the surgery required thousands of stitches. As a result, his blood coagulation function is poor and the anastomosis is still bleeding, so hemostasis and suturing are difficult."
After listening to this, Qin Du slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't understand medicine, so he found it hard to imagine what it meant to sew thousands of stitches on the most important organ in the human body.
He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest.
it hurts.
"Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much." Qin Du bowed respectfully to the doctor.
The doctor smiled and said, "You're welcome," then left to eat something.
Qin Du looked at the door of the isolation room again.
Uncle Li said cheerfully, "Now you can rest assured. Jingjing is blessed with good fortune. Didn't the doctor say he's a good child with great vitality? He's a miracle child!"
Qin Du looked at Uncle Li's head, where there was still a scar from the cerebral infarction surgery he had undergone. He asked:
"How many stitches did you need during the operation?"
"About thirty stitches."
After hearing this, Qin Du lowered his eyes helplessly.
"Uncle Li." He said softly.
"Um?"
"It would be great if I were the one lying in the operating room today."
Uncle Li was silent for a moment, then sat down next to Qin Du.
"Oh no! If it was Jingjing who was sitting here waiting today, with his stubborn mind, he would probably be so anxious that he would hang himself by now."
Qin Du smiled, barely holding up his head, his voice filled with deep weariness:
"Yes, we can't let Liu Jingheng be sad."
Just as he finished speaking, Qin Du suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps.
At that moment, he suddenly covered his mouth and almost vomited. His brain nerves were like a piece of fragile tofu, and the slightest pressure could destroy him to pieces.
So when the surgeon suddenly ran towards the operating room with unclear intentions, Qin Du's body reflexively followed him in, and was finally pulled back by Uncle Li, who was still quite rational.
"Doctor, what's the problem?" Qin Du shouted at the doctor's back.
But the doctor had no time to deal with him and rushed into the isolation room to wash his hands, disinfect and change his clothes.
He had just finished his meal in the staff cafeteria when his cell phone suddenly rang. Another doctor called anxiously:
"Director Devonte, please come to the second room immediately. The patient's heartbeat is abnormal, there is blood spurting from the root of the pulmonary artery, and the right ventricle is severely swollen."
The surgeon returned to the operating table and, upon examination, discovered that Liu Jingheng's entire heart had been buried in blood.
His heart tissue was too fragile, even more fragile than Qin Du's brain nerves now, and it was severely swollen. In addition, he had undergone too many surgeries before and could not withstand needles. The restart of his heart caused the sutures to tear and bleeding to gush out.
Fortunately, Dean Devonte was experienced and immediately added biological tissue spacers to each interrupted suture to help increase the toughness of the sutures. The bleeding gradually stopped.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the monitoring equipment suddenly screamed at a high frequency.
The heart rate suddenly began to soar, reaching over 180, and the blood pressure also dropped significantly.
The biological tissue gasket just now did not play a very good role.
Dr. Devonte had no time to worry and kept telling other doctors to rush to give the patient plasma and platelets.
"No, doctor, the patient is bleeding too fast. Using compression defibrillator now will affect the heartbeat, but if I don't, the bleeding won't stop." The operating room has now entered an extremely contradictory and embarrassing situation, and has completely fallen into a vicious circle.
"Use ECMO to assist circulation first." said Devonte.
At this time, Qin Du outside the operating room had completely turned into a lifeless sculpture, facing the door of the isolation room, his head almost unable to move.
He didn't know why the doctor suddenly rushed over, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing.
Qin Du recalled his mood on the day his mother passed away. It was the same as now, as if the world had its own fixed rules. The harder you try to hold on to something, the faster it slips away.
Why did Liu Jingheng have to suffer like this? Why couldn't he be given a healthy heart?
Why can't I do anything?
At two o'clock in the morning, the world fell into silence.
The red light in the operating room was still blindingly bright, and it was unknown when it would go out.
The operation lasted for a full eighteen hours, sixty-four thousand eight hundred seconds, and Qin Du also wrote sixty-four thousand eight hundred anxious words.
He wanted so badly to be respectable, but he really couldn't do it.
During the entire process, he spent nearly four-fifths of the time standing and staring at the gate. His hands and feet were all numb, as if they were not his own.
…
“Beep, beep, beep—”
In the operating room, the heart rate on the monitor was beating fast and rapidly, reaching a terrifying 243.
Dean Devonte's forehead was covered with sweat.
Inside Liu Jingheng's opened chest cavity, the patched heart was beating abnormally, bleeding continuously, and the entire heart was abnormally swollen.
Every second now was a race against death. Dean Devonte knew he couldn't wait any longer. After a brief moment of contemplation, he made a decisive decision:
"Prepare gauze and immediately apply gauze pressure to the anastomosis to stop bleeding and delay chest closure."
The assistant nurses jogged along, and in the limited time available, using their strong ability to withstand pressure and years of professional experience, they methodically prepared all the tools according to the surgeon's instructions.
"Beep, beep, beep--" the monitor continued to make shrill sounds.
One piece of gauze, two pieces of gauze, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces——
"Don't stop pushing blood, speed up." Dean Devonte commanded.
Everyone's eyes in the operation room were focused on the small heart that had been completely overturned and rebuilt. It was beating hard and trying hard to survive.
At this moment, Liu Jingheng's brain declared to all the organs in her body:
"Brothers, this is our last high-level game. Hold on! Try your best! Persevere! Don't give up!"
"Beep, beep, beep--" The doctor in charge of monitoring saw that the numbers representing the heart rate and blood pressure on the monitor were slowly decreasing. She didn't dare to be happy too soon. She held her breath and stared at the instrument, clenched her fists, and silently counted the decreasing numbers in her heart.
Finally, Dr. Devonte's clear American accent came from the operating table:
"Okay, okay, I'll stop for now."
Everyone present felt relieved, and their tense bodies slowly relaxed.
"If the patient's blood pressure can be maintained at a better level, we can delay closing the chest and end it."
…
The red light outside the operating room went out and the door slowly opened to both sides.
Qin Du's nerves suddenly tensed up. He wanted to run over to check the situation, but found that his legs could not move.
The sleeping Liu Jingheng was taken out by the doctor and sent to the recovery room.
Qin Du's gaze was fixed on his lifeless face.
His face was pale and his body was full of various tubes. The ECMO could not be removed yet because the hemostatic gauze had not been removed, so the chest cavity had not been closed and was covered with thick padding.
Dean Devonte took off his mask, and his face, having not had a drop of water for twenty hours, looked no better than Liu Jingheng's.
"Mr. Qin." His voice was a little tired. "Do you have time now? I would like to discuss this operation with you in detail."
Qin Du nodded, then realized that he had clenched his hands so tightly that his finger bones hurt slightly.
He loosened his fingers and looked again at Liu Jingheng who was being pushed away by the doctors and nurses.
In the office.
Dean Devonte took the iPad and said, his cracked lips moving:
"The initial chest cavity retraction and double arterial switch procedures went smoothly, but later on the patient developed sinus hyperrrhythmia and massive pulmonary hemorrhage. It took us about four hours to stop the bleeding. We can't close his chest cavity yet. We need to observe him for 24 hours. If there are no problems, we can remove the gauze and close the chest cavity."
Qin Du frowned, nodded to the doctor, and said a few words of thanks.
"The patient is still in critical condition. The medical equipment can only be removed after his heart function recovers. Furthermore, the family should be mentally prepared for the possibility that the final outcome may be unsatisfactory."
Qin Du looked at the small water stain on the table, his Adam's apple moving continuously.
Seeing Liu Jingheng being pushed out of the operating room and hearing the doctor say that the operation was successfully completed, he still didn't dare to relax. Just like the doctor said, anything is possible and the family must always be prepared for the worst.
"Doctor, when can I see him?" Qin Du asked.
"During this period, the patient has been in a critical period and needs our medical staff to monitor him all day to see how he recovers. If there are no further problems, you can come to see him after he is transferred to the general ward."
Qin Du stood up and shook hands with the doctor to express his gratitude. After watching the doctor leave, he felt a little relieved.
The sudden relaxation caused all the muscles in his body to lose control. Qin Du sat back in his chair weakly, looking at the patterns on the table. The scene in front of him gradually became blurred.
The root of my nose felt so sore that it stimulated my tears to fall continuously.
He didn't cry when he took off his mother's oxygen mask with his own hands and watched her pass away.
He didn't cry on the day he sent Liu Jingheng to the critical moment of life and death.
It was only when I heard the news that the operation was successful that I realized that my heart was already filled with a myriad of emotions, and I could no longer hold back my tears.
Qin Du still stayed by Liu Jingheng's side. Even if he couldn't always be with her, he would at least stay where he could find her in a few steps.
He temporarily moved into Liu Jingheng's previous ward.
*
During the first 24 hours after the operation, Liu Jingheng was still in a coma. When the doctor saw that all his values had returned to normal, he helped him remove the gauze, removed the ECMO, and performed a chest closure surgery.
But that night, his sinus rhythm soared again to over 200, accompanied by a low fever.
The entire recovery room was in a frenzy, using medication and physical cooling methods. After about four or five hours, Liu Jingheng's heart rate slowly returned to normal and her body temperature gradually dropped.
Liu Jingheng had a very long dream.
In his dream, he was standing in a vast, dark, barren land. There was no one around him, only the extremely oppressive air that drove him to leave as soon as possible.
He walked for a long, long time, and saw in the distance a winding river with a stone bridge over it. A white-haired old woman stood at the bridgehead, collecting tolls from every person queuing to cross the bridge. After they paid the money, she gave them a bowl of soup. After drinking it, they would forget their past and present lives, cross the river, and be reborn as human beings.
Liu Jingheng followed the queue. He was very thirsty and wanted to drink soup, but he had no money.
The old woman was a stingy person. Seeing that he was penniless, she refused to give him a sip of soup and even drove him away.
Liu Jingheng was very sad and stood by the bridge wiping her tears.
“Beep, beep, beep—”
Liu Jingheng struggled to open his wet eyelids. For a long time, his mind was blank.
There was a pale ceiling in front of him, and various instruments piled up around him. He smelled the bitter smell of medicine.
The doctor beside him made a surprised sound: "Oh, the patient opened his eyes."
Ten days after surgery.
Liu Jingheng was sitting on the bed in the ICU, with an IV drip hanging in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, tremblingly scooping up a small piece of watermelon from the bowl.
His whole body was shaking, and the pain from the wound on his chest surged in waves.
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." The nurse gently held his trembling hands and helped him slowly eat the small piece of watermelon.
Liu Jingheng slowly looked at the glass door of the ward for a long time, then asked softly:
"Where's Qin Du?"
The nurse coaxed him, "You can't leave the ICU yet. Your family can't visit you for the time being. Can you hold on for a few more days?"
Liu Jingheng nodded obediently and did not make things difficult for the nurse.
But when the nurse turned around and went about her work, he was sitting alone on the bed sobbing and crying.
The nurse quickly wiped his tears: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't get excited."
Liu Jingheng is still in a critical period. When she gets excited, her heart rate rises again.
He was like a child who was difficult to coax, speaking in a hoarse and intermittent voice:
"I want to see my uncle, uncle..."
As far as he could remember, he had never been separated from Qin Du for such a long time since he met him.
He was in great pain and felt uncomfortable all over. He wanted to see Qin Du. He felt that Qin Du could relieve his discomfort.
The nurse was at her wit's end and could only coax him patiently: "Can we give the uncle a video call?"
Liu Jingheng sniffed and nodded.
Liu Jingheng held the iPad in both hands, and as soon as the video was connected, he immediately moved his face forward.
After many days, he finally saw Qin Du's face. He looked thinner than before, and his face was pale and tired.
"Jingjing, are you okay?" Qin Du's voice was very soft, hiding an unconcealable joy.
Liu Jingheng caressed Qin Du's face on the screen lovingly, her voice hoarse:
"Qin Du, uncle, where are you?"
"I'm in the ward downstairs from you. The doctor told me not to see you for the time being, so I'm holding back. Don't worry, we'll be able to see each other soon."
"I miss you so much..." Liu Jingheng's eyes were already blurred.
"I miss you too, every day. Don't cry, you have to control your emotions now, so that you can recover soon and we can meet sooner."
Liu Jingheng wiped her tears obediently and nodded vigorously.
"Is there anything you want?" Qin Du asked him.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and began again:
"Then can you, like they do on TV, wait for me to be transferred to the general ward so I can see a hundred thousand paper cranes expressing my best wishes?"
Qin Du: "How much?"
Liu Jingheng: "One hundred thousand. Is that too much? Ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine will do."
Qin Du: "..."
"Not much, only 100,000." Qin Du gritted his teeth.
A smile finally appeared on Liu Jingheng's pale face: "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it."
Qin Du: "You are so polite."
At this time, the doctor interrupted the two and said that Liu Jingheng's body had not recovered yet and he could not talk too much, and he should rest.
Qin Du heard this and said:
"Listen to the doctor and rest well. I'll prepare 100,000 paper cranes for you."
Liu Jingheng held the iPad, stroking the screen with her fingertips, seemingly unwilling.
"Then I... won't say anything. I'll put the iPad aside and let me look at you again."
After much persuasion, the doctor used both coaxing and threats, and finally Qin Du sent a selfie to Liu Jingheng, asking her to set it as the iPad screensaver. Only then did Liu Jingheng reluctantly hang up the phone.
Lying there, he began to feel sad about the passing of time while looking at the screensaver, and when the doctor wasn't paying attention, he secretly kissed the man's face on the screensaver.
*
Fifteen days after surgery.
Early in the morning, the doctor gave Liu Jingheng a detailed examination and saw that all the values had returned to normal. At this moment, everyone finally felt relieved.
"Congratulations, Mr. Liu Jingheng, you can be transferred to the general ward today."
The other side.
Qin Du originally thought that Liu Jingheng had no more abnormalities after the operation, and he could almost have a good sleep.
But he never expected that——!
He was a super elite who was good at strategizing in the business world, but he was actually troubled by a thousand paper cranes.
He felt that he was an elite and could quickly master the rules and techniques of anything. A hundred thousand paper cranes were just a drop of water for him.
But I didn't expect that this wave would be like opening the floodgates to release floodwaters.
After Qin Du diligently followed the video instruction and folded a paper crane with three wings, he decided to give up and use his money ability.
In the past few days, everyone in the Qin family and the Rilon Group who could breathe received a mysterious mission:
Folding a thousand paper cranes, fifty yuan each, no upper limit.
Five million, just gone like that.
Fortunately, the day before Liu Jingheng was transferred to the general ward, the room was filled with paper cranes.
Qin Du felt so happy that he couldn't describe it when he thought of Liu Jingheng's surprised and touched face after seeing these paper cranes.
Qin Du stayed in the ward early in the morning and received a message from the doctor saying that the nurse had taken Liu Jingheng to the ward after the examination.
Yesterday, Qin Du went to the beauty salon to get his face done, changed into a new haute couture suit, bought a lot of flowers, and decorated the ward like a dream castle.
He sat on the sofa, stroking his knees with his fingers. Uncle Li could see that he was indeed a little nervous.
“Gurgle——”
Suddenly, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground was heard in the corridor outside the door.
Qin Du was stunned for a moment, picked up the largest bouquet of flowers, stood up, and adjusted his already meticulous tie.
Before I saw anyone, I heard Liu Jingheng's mournful call:
“Uncle——!”
"Jingjing——!" Uncle Li took the initiative and pounced on her.
Liu Jingheng pushed Uncle Li away and looked into the room:
"Where's my uncle? Hello, are you there?"
The next moment, Liu Jingheng, who was originally full of energy, became strangely silent.
After a moment of silence, a faint humming sound came from his nose, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Then he sat at the door of the ward, sobbing and reaching his hand inside.
The man he missed day and night was standing in front of him, with emotions that were difficult to conceal between his slightly furrowed brows.
Liu Jingheng knew that Qin Du felt the same as him at the moment.
"Jingjing." Qin Du leaned down in front of him and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb. "Welcome home."
Liu Jingheng cried even harder, covering Qin Du's hands with both hands and pressing them against her face, sobbing and crying, but no one could hear what she said.
Uncle Li realized that he didn't want to be a third wheel, so he took the initiative to leave the ward and even closed the door with great tact.
Qin Du saw that the annoying person finally left, so he held Liu Jingheng's face and kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and ears.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" he asked.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "The incision still hurts occasionally."
He opened his arms and wrapped them around Qin Du's neck, gazing deeply into his face. A rare smile appeared on his dull face:
"But seeing you makes me feel better."
Qin Du chuckled, picked up Liu Jingheng and placed her on the bed.
He looked around the ward and said, "Besides this, is there anything else you want to say?"
Liu Jingheng held his hand, playing with his fingers, her eyes glued to his face:
"I'm also very happy to see Uncle Li. I'll be able to see Penny and the others soon. I feel that life is full of hope."
Qin Du raised his eyebrows: "There's more."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a while and asked tentatively:
"Should I be happy when I see Qin Chuyao?"
Qin Du grabbed Liu Jingheng's wrist and pointed at the strings of paper cranes hanging from the ceiling:
"One thousand paper cranes, one hundred thousand. If you want one, at least give a speech."
Liu Jingheng looked at the thousand paper cranes, and a big question mark slowly appeared on her face.
"I didn't want it." He was still the type who spoke without thinking.
"Yes."
"No, duck~"
"Liu Jingheng, you really know how to make people angry." Qin Du sneered, "I took great pains to fold so many paper cranes for you, but you didn't even look at them."
Liu Jingheng suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, his eyes turned red again, and his voice was aggrieved:
“But, but…”
"But I'm afraid the doctor will send me back to the ICU, and then I won't be able to see you again. I just want to see you more now, right?"
With just one sentence, Qin Du was silenced.
Such a sincere emotional confession made Qin Du want to slap himself twice.
"Okay, don't look at the paper crane, look at me." Qin Du took Liu Jingheng's hands and placed them on his cheeks. "I'm right here. I won't run away."
"Little uncle..." Liu Jingheng was moved and tearful.
Qin Du nodded and closed his eyes, trying to engrave every syllable of his words firmly in his mind:
"Yeah, I'm here."
Liu Jingheng: "Can you give me two pork chops to try..."
Qin Du: ...
*
During the time Liu Jingheng was hospitalized for observation, he became a little star.
Reporters from all walks of life would come to interview him from time to time. As the world's first case of total lumen retrieval surgery, he not only filled the gap in medical technology, but also took a great step forward in the history of cardiology.
CCTV and the hospital jointly produced a documentary about Liu Jingheng's surgery. All the medical staff involved in the operation also received the highest praise, with those who deserved promotions being promoted and those who deserved salary increases being given salary increases.
Twenty-three days have passed since the operation.
As soon as Liu Jingheng opened his eyes, he habitually called out to his uncle.
After calling for a long time, no one showed up. Only Uncle Li came to bring him a nutritious meal and comforted him:
"Boss Qin has something important to do today. Jingjing, why don't you play with Uncle Li today?"
Liu Jingheng sat there in a daze for a while, then lay back in bed and wiped her eyes with the sheets.
Woohoo, Jingjing understands that her uncle is a busy man, but can her uncle try harder and finish his work earlier to come and accompany Jingjing?
At this time, Qin Du was at Yunyu Mountain, hundreds of kilometers away.
Last year, he and Liu Jingheng came to Yunyu Mountain for a date. In the end, he carried the exhausted Liu Jingheng to the top of the mountain. But today, he climbed to the middle of the mountain alone, walking at full speed, in less than one-third of the time as last time.
In front of me is a bluestone gate with a reddish-brown sign with the three big characters "Longquan Temple" embossed on it.
Qin Du still remembered Liu Jingheng's disappointed look when she wanted to go in and burn incense to pray for the gods' blessing, but was arrogantly rejected by him.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Du took off his suit jacket and handed it to his secretary:
"Wait for me here."
Qin Du entered the house and looked around. He found that there were not many people here and the incense was not very strong.
He looked up. Perhaps because there were few people, it was because of the hundred-meter-high stone staircase in front of him that connected to the last invisible main hall.
When many people encounter unsolvable problems, they will pin their hopes on unrealistic things, but they don’t seem to be that sincere. They will only choose convenient places with strong incense and smooth roads.
Qin Du looked at the long stone steps and saw only a weathered middle-aged woman carrying a young baby in a swaddling cloth. She knelt and kowtowed every time she climbed a step. Her knees were scraped and her forehead was scratched with blood. She muttered something and prayed devoutly to the gods to give her hopelessly ill baby a chance to live.
In Qin Du's eyes, this was a ridiculous behavior. Only incompetent people would pray to gods and Buddhas, while all the capital bosses in the world, those who hold top social resources, have only themselves as their only faith.
Qin Du looked at the woman's back for a long time, then took a step forward.
On the first stone step, he bent his knees, and his tall figure, full of piety and expectation, raised his proud head towards the stone steps.
Buddha is merciful and has pity on all living beings. I bow down to the Buddha and pray that he will bless Liu Jingheng to turn misfortune into good fortune and get through this disaster safely.
He stood up, took a step, and knelt again.
The Bodhisattva has a kind heart and wishes all sentient beings to be reborn in paradise together. I pray that Liu Jingheng will be healthy and live a happy and fulfilling life for the rest of her life.
On the long ladder to heaven, a woman and a man kowtowed at every step, praying for their children and for blessings for their lovers.
…
At nine o'clock in the evening, Liu Jingheng waited for Qin Du in vain. When she was about to fall asleep, the door of the ward finally opened.
He suddenly woke up, and before he could see who was coming, he stretched out his hand for a hug:
"Uncle...why did you come back just now..."
Qin Du sat on the edge of the bed, took Liu Jingheng's shoulders and held him in his arms, rubbing his chin against his cheek:
"Well, I'm late for something. Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
Liu Jingheng nodded aggrievedly and pouted.
He suddenly raised his hand and touched Qin Du's forehead:
"What happened to your head?"
It was all red, with thin traces of blood.
Qin Du touched his forehead and said perfunctorily: "I knocked on the door frame."
Liu Jingheng thought about it and felt relieved: "Yes, most door frames on the market are too short for you, so be careful."
Qin Du nodded and perfunctorily promised to be more careful next time.
But Liu Jingheng discovered another clue.
He pulled Qin Du's collar and moved closer to his chest, sniffing hard. After a while, his eyes suddenly became sharp:
"You smoking again?"
Qin Du complained: "I didn't smoke."
"I can smell it. It's a strong smell of cigarette smoke."
Qin Du pulled his collar and smelled it. Perhaps he had been kneeling in front of the Buddha for too long and the smell of incense was on him.
"Is it because I was in the hospital that you were too bored, so you went to the bar to have fun, and made advances on those good-looking kids? Their boyfriends saw you and beat you up."
Liu Jingheng looked alert, as if to say, "I've watched 500 episodes of Conan," and felt that her analysis was well-reasoned, so the smell of smoke and the injury on the forehead made sense.
Qin Du quickly covered his mouth, fearing that if Liu Jingheng continued talking, his image would be completely ruined.
"I went to Longquan Temple." Qin Du had to confess.
"Longquan Temple? What is it?" Liu Jingheng didn't understand.
Qin Du: "..."
"Haven't they all had surgery?"
Liu Jingheng was even more confused. What was the necessary connection between this and that? So, what exactly was Longquan Temple?
Qin Du explained for a long time before Liu Jingheng finally understood. A few fragments of memory also appeared in her mind.
After a few breaths, I became even more confused:
"It's not that you don't believe these things, every time I talk about them, you scoff at them."
Qin Du also said frankly:
"I'm scared by you. I trust the doctor and hope my sincerity can bring you more blessings. I hope the world can be better to you."
Liu Jingheng remained silent, but her arms involuntarily hugged Qin Du's neck.
When I first came to this world and figured out my identity, I did feel a sense of loss. A dying person cannot die a good death, and is squeezed dry of his last surplus value by the ruthless world. How can a person be so unlucky?
But this world is neither as good as we imagine, nor as bad as we imagine.
If I had been smarter and successfully completed my mission as a cannon fodder and returned to my original world to sleep peacefully in that little box, I would not have known that there was someone in this world who loved me more than my parents.
Bad luck is not destiny, being loved is inevitable.
"Hmm... little uncle..." Liu Jingheng's eyes were filled with tears, and she rubbed hard into Qin Du's arms.
"Liu Jingheng, Jingjing." Qin Du gently stroked Liu Jingheng's back to help him calm down. "Because of my useless self-esteem, I have always found it difficult to tell you... I really love you."
He once forced Liu Jingheng to ask whether she liked him or not, but after going through everything, he realized that rather than getting an answer about him from Liu Jingheng, he hoped that Liu Jingheng could first like this world and live a vigorous life.
"I love you too." Liu Jingheng didn't say it perfunctorily, even though every word that came out of his mouth seemed to have a perfunctory meaning.
But getting this answer is already a great blessing from God for Qin Du.
*
For Liu Jingheng, this heart surgery was as long as a very long dream. After waking up from the dream, he was no longer the same as before, a time bomb in everyone's eyes.
Now he can eat junk food as much as he wants - when Qin Du is not around.
In the past, due to heart problems, he often suffered from low oxygen levels, and his lips often had a light blue color. But now, his heart, which had been stitched up thousands of times, can finally beat as healthily and strongly as a normal person. He even went to the Citizen Service Center to play football with the children.
Although the kids still tell me, "Stop kicking, just stand aside and watch us play."
Because he kicked the ball into his own goal with extraordinary confidence.
It's another hot summer, and this year's summer comes earlier than usual.
After seven months of investigation and evidence collection by the procuratorate, the case of Mr. Qin's stock market manipulation officially went to trial in early July.
In the end, the evidence was conclusive and Mr. Qin was sentenced to twelve years in prison. Taking into account his contribution to society, the hospital applied for a three-year reduction in his sentence and ordered him to pay a total of 230 million yuan in compensation to all victims.
On the day of the trial, Qin Du saw Liu Jingheng going to work at the zoo honestly, but in fact she had asked for leave from the director and quietly came to the court gate.
He knew very well how many families had been destroyed by Mr. Qin's actions, but it was undeniable that he was genuinely good to him.
Liu Jingheng felt a little sad when she saw the elderly man being handcuffed and transferred to the police car by the police.
But when I saw the victim's family crying at the door and shouting in grief, "Thank you court for giving my father justice," I felt that I shouldn't be sad.
People are always so contradictory, trying to find a suitable balance between being caught between two dilemmas.
So Liu Jingheng decided to atone for Mr. Qin and make a contribution to the society - he went to eat fried pork chops to increase income for the society.
I ordered a bunch of fried pork chops but couldn't eat them. Knowing it was a shame to waste them, I packed them up and took them back to Qin Du.
That night, Qin Du looked at the soft fried pork chop: "..."
He wanted to say that Liu Jingheng had just been discharged from the hospital and it would be best for him to control his diet, but seeing how happy he was, he felt that he couldn't be a parent who spoiled his fun, so he asked with a smile:
"Did you enjoy your meal?"
Liu Jingheng nodded vigorously: "Tomorrow I'm going to eat fried chicken, the day after tomorrow I'm going to eat fried skewers, and the day after tomorrow I'm going to check out the newly opened dessert shop, and more..."
Qin Du listened to him talk about everything, and thought that this fun must be ruined.
He pulled the man over and turned on the electronic blood pressure monitor: "The doctor said I still need to measure your heart rate and blood pressure every day during this period."
The heart rate was 88 and the blood pressure was 123, which was too normal. So normal that Qin Du thought there was something wrong with the machine and measured it again.
Qin Du looked at these numbers again and again for a long time, and suddenly said something in an ambiguous tone:
"Go take a shower."
Liu Jingheng glanced at the time: "It's only seven o'clock, I can't sleep."
Qin Du grabbed his collar and pushed him into the bathroom:
"Wash it quickly so I can apply scar removal medicine on you."
Liu Jingheng said "OK" and went into the bathroom obediently.
At seven o'clock in the summer, it was still bright outside.
Liu Jingheng came out wrapped in a bathrobe, bringing a burst of moist heat.
He sat on the bed, wiped his wet hair, and habitually pulled down his bathrobe to expose his upper body, waiting for Qin Du to apply medicine on him.
However, Qin Du also came out after washing himself.
He sat down next to Liu Jingheng, took the small medicine bottle, unscrewed it, and observed the knife wound on Liu Jingheng's chest.
It's a long line that extends all the way to above the belly button.
The doctor said that the reason the incision was so long was because he had undergone many operations, and each time the chest was opened, the incision continued to be cut downwards based on the previous one. Therefore, when CCTV made a documentary for him, it called him a "miracle child."
Liu Jingheng wiped her hair half dry, and habitually fell into Qin Du's arms, straightening her chest to make it easier for him to apply the medicine.
Qin Du looked at the deep red scar and saw Liu Jingheng's well-behaved appearance, and his heart was filled with waves.
It seemed like he had everything since he was born, but he still felt that Liu Jingheng was the most unexpected and best gift he had ever received in his entire life.
He bent down and gently kissed the unsightly scar.
Liu Jingheng felt very itchy and subconsciously shrank her body, her fingers involuntarily scratching Qin Du's neck.
"Why are you kissing there?" Liu Jingheng felt a little embarrassed. After all, it was an objective fact that scars were ugly.
Qin Du supported his body and gently placed him on the bed, staring closely at his face, and said:
"Xiaozhi."
Smart Home: "I'm here, what can I do for you?"
Qin Du: "Close the curtains and turn off the lights."
"Okay, now close the curtains and turn off the lights. Please say 'turn on the lights' to wake them up."
As the electronic sound faded, the lights dimmed suddenly and the curtains slowly closed in the middle.
Liu Jingheng was still marveling at the rapid advancement of technology when she suddenly felt a soft and wet touch on her chest.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked down. In the dim environment, he could only see a black head moving up and down on his bare chest.
The belly button was licked until it was wet, and the palm of the big hand wrapped around the waist was also wet and hot.
"How...how do you kiss there?"
"I want to kiss everywhere, I like everywhere."
The hot and wet touch went all the way down, lifting the loose bathrobe, and the soft and tender flesh on the inside of the thigh was lightly scraped by the sharp teeth.
When Qin Du said "I like you everywhere", he wasn't just trying to get someone into bed.
He really likes it, and he has endured it for too long.
The sticky, wet and hot lips carefully took care of every part. Liu Jingheng even felt her big toe being sucked. The sweat-soaked palm rubbed all the way to the bend of her legs, and then she lifted her legs and pressed them up hard.
"Woo woo...what do you want to do?" Liu Jingheng was a little scared when the hot touch touched her sensitive little flower.
Qin Du raised his eyes from under him, like a hungry wolf staring at a piece of fresh, bleeding fat meat.
He said, "I want to do it."
…
"Oh... hum... I won't live anymore..."
"No! Don't lick there, don't you think it's dirty?"
"No problem, it's delicious."
…
Liu Jingheng was in a daze and humming through her nose.
He forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the blurry surroundings. He vaguely remembered that he was in bed at the beginning. When did he come to the bathroom?
Why is Qin Du still doing it?
It hurts!
It's painful, but also very pleasurable.
Fortunately, his heart is healthy now. Before, he would not be able to withstand such a strong feeling of suffocation.
Oops, water is coming in...
The hour hand turned around the dial again and again. Liu Jingheng sat in the cold water, her head tilted and she fainted.
Qin Du let out a long breath, his lower body jumped a little, and after a long, long time, he slowly withdrew.
The Burj Khalifa successfully exited the volcanic ice cave on the Kamchatka Peninsula, with half of its dark pink, granular, translucent outer layer remaining in the cave.
Qin Du pulled out his coat and carefully examined the volcanic ice cave that had been impacted by the giant tower.
It's so pitiful, it's all swollen.
"Liu Jingheng." He gently patted Liu Jingheng's sleeping face.
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyes and hummed twice.
"He stood up again. What do you say we should do?"
Liu Jingheng: "Wuwu... I don't want to be provoked..."
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“Bang!”
The straw was inserted into the plastic film, and some white milk splashed out.
Liu Jingheng's face was ashen as she sipped her full-sugar milk tea.
Thinking carefully, why did he agree to let Qin Du withstand his giant tower attack again last night?
Now that I think about it, the scene was as follows:
Liu Jingheng huddled in the corner, like a humiliated young boy, shaking her head repeatedly:
"No, I can't do it anymore, it's going to break..."
Qin Du put the giant tower against his face:
"Be good, I'll buy you milk tea tomorrow."
"That won't work either..."
"Full of sugar."
"Okay..."
Liu Jingheng took a deep breath and looked dead.
I remember that I was tricked into getting a marriage certificate by a giant squid, and now I was almost "killed" by a cup of full-sugar milk tea. Why am I so useless?
He took advantage of the fact that no one was around and carefully felt behind him.
Even though I applied medicine, it still hurts.
No, I have to give Qin Du a little shock.
Liu Jingheng rushed into Qin Du's study with a cold face and said sternly to Qin Du who was still working hard:
"I have something to tell you."
Qin Du's face was full of spring light, and he smiled and said:
"Can we talk about this later? I have a document that needs to be typed out urgently."
Liu Jingheng blocked the computer screen with her hand, pinched her slightly painful buttocks, and said seriously:
"No, I have to tell you now."
Qin Du thought about it, took his hands off the keyboard, leaned back, and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.
Liu Jingheng came over and said mysteriously:
"Actually, I have a shocking secret that I haven't told you."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"Don't be scared."
"Um."
"Actually, I came from a book."
Qin Du was silent for a moment, then leaned forward, staring at Liu Jingheng's face and said seriously:
"Actually, I also came from a book."
Liu Jingheng was silent, Liu Jingheng was shocked!
Qin Du curled the corners of his lips: "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a long time and said, "No, I didn't provoke..."
Qin Du reopened the document: "I ordered some soy milk and taro mousse for you. Can you go down and get it later?"
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Then he leaned over and bit Qin Du's earlobe: "Thank you~"
Liu Jingheng left happily, and Qin Du continued typing on the computer.
After a long time, the typing hand suddenly stopped.
Travel through a book.
Qin Du couldn't tell whether this was a joke or true. After all, there was no trace of it coming from Liu Jingheng's mouth.
Even if it were true, he wouldn't be shocked anymore.
After Liu Jingheng's life-or-death surgery, he gained a deeper understanding:
Everything depends on human efforts.
Qin Du closed the document, opened the web search, and entered:
【Time Machine Development】
Liu Jingheng originally thought that Qin Du would restrain himself after hearing such shocking news about "traveling through a book" from his mouth.
Until the next day, he squatted naked in front of the mirror, looking at the two red round teeth marks on his buttocks, and could only hold the banana boat that Qin Du gave him as compensation, sobbing.
Weak, helpless, and pitiful.
But delicious.
Actually, the one from Qindu is also delicious.
Hey.
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