Chapter 250 I will feel bad if you cry
In the operating room.
Liang Jing handed a hemostatic forceps to Yan Luo, who took it and quickly stopped the blood vessel artery.
Because Yu Nanchen's gunshot wound was less than one centimeter away from his heart and had not been treated for a long time, the wound became inflamed and the blood loss was excessive, so his blood pressure dropped sharply several times during the operation.
Liang Jing asked, "Looking at the inflammation of the wound, it must have been more than ten hours. He didn't come back to China for surgery just to see you, did he?"
Yan Luoqing hummed, "Besides this, I can't think of any other reason."
Liang Jing sighed a few times, "I didn't expect the legendary man who was decisive in killing to be so infatuated. If I meet such an infatuated man in the future, I will marry him."
Yan Luo took the needle and catgut and prepared to sew it up. "Jiang Yan is good. You can really consider it."
Liang Jing smiled and said, "He asked me to go to the movies tomorrow."
"If you don't try it on, how do you know if it fits? It's like a pair of shoes. You have to put them on to know the size and comfort level." Yan Luo sewed carefully.
Liang Jing hummed and wiped Yan Luo's sweat, "I understand. Look at the skills of our talented young doctor Yan. This scar will definitely not be noticeable."
Fifteen minutes later, the operation was over.
The two of them worked together to lift Yu Nanchen from the operating table to the portable bed.
Liang Jing said, "Please push him to the intensive care unit first. I will take care of everything here."
Yan Luo nodded, took off her gloves, and pushed Yu Nanchen out of the operating room.
After she walked out of the metal door, a flash of light in the dark dazzled her eyes.
Yan Luo clenched his hands as he pushed the bed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The corners of her lips twisted into a cold line, and she walked into the elevator calmly. At the same time, a man in black short-sleeved shirt and shorts walked in with a brown backpack.
The manager asked, "How many floors?"
Yan Luo said three layers, the man said one layer.
Soon, the carriage door opened and Yan Luo pushed people out.
The door of the carriage closed and the man told the manager that he wanted to go to the second floor.
When he reached the second floor, the man quickly got out of the elevator, rushed into the fire escape, quickly climbed up the stairs, and when he opened the emergency door, he was suddenly kicked out.
He struggled to stand up, but someone stepped hard on his chest.
Yan Luo asked coldly: "Who sent you?"
The man wanted to grab her ankle, but Yan Luo stomped on her foot hard again.
The man felt he was out of breath and raised his hands to signal his surrender.
Yan Luo raised his feet and said, "Speak!"
The man stood up with his hands, leaned his back against the wall, then covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain.
He lowered his head slightly, rolled his eyes, and suddenly moved forward to push the woman in front of him.
Yan Luo instantly turned sideways, raised his foot and kicked the man down the stairs. The man rolled down the stairs, groaning in pain.
The sound of someone going down the stairs sounded extremely terrifying to him.
He watched the woman walk down the last step and squat in front of him, her eyes looking at a dead person.
"Don't hit me... I just... I just do this for money." The man curled up.
Yan Luo pulled the brown backpack and took out the camera. Looking at the photos inside, she slapped the man's head hard and said, "You made me look so ugly!"
The man was about to cry, "You are wearing a hat and a mask... you can't tell whether you are beautiful or ugly."
"That makes sense." Yan Luo slapped him hard on the head twice.
The man grimaced in pain, "It hurts... Why do I get beaten even though what I said makes sense?"
Yan Luo sneered, "Because I want to beat you up!"
This is a very good reason. I just can't stand you and I'm going to beat you up!
Yan Luo deleted the photos, took out the SD card from the camera and put it in her pocket. She disassembled the camera, placed it on the ground, and stomped on it heavily with her shoes.
The man's mouth twitched wildly and his heart was bleeding. This camera cost him 50,000 yuan.
Yan Luo looked at him disdainfully, "I'll only give you one chance to speak, otherwise this will be your fate."
The man sat up and said, "Someone called me and asked me to take photos of patients coming out of the operating room with only one or two hospital staff members wheeling them. Focus on taking photos of the two people's faces and post them online."
"What topic do you want to mark?"
The man looked at her timidly, "The daughter of the Yan family is taking care of other men late at night, it seems that she is cheating on Master Yu."
Yan Luo narrowed his eyes, "Cellphone!"
The man reluctantly took out his phone from his pocket and handed it over. "It's the first one in the call log."
Yan Luo dialed the number, but it was unavailable.
She raised her chin and said, "No number available. Is the other party a man or a woman? How did they pay you?"
"I didn't know if the other person was a man...or a woman, and he used a voice changer. The person put the cash...next to a trash can in Yijue Roast Duck Hutong, Dongzhi Street, in a black...bag. It contained three hundred thousand yuan." The man didn't dare to lie, for fear of being beaten again.
Yan Luo held the phone between his thumb and index finger, "This phone seems to be useless."
"No, no, I recorded it. I heard that there are some amazing technicians...who can restore the original sound." The man was afraid that the cell phone and camera would suffer the same fate, so he said anxiously.
Yan Luo put the man's phone away, took out her own phone and took a photo of him, "Which company is this from?"
"Eastern Entertainment Media."
Yan Luo put the phone in his pocket and said, "Go back and get a new card. I'll send the new number to your old number so that I can contact you. Don't even think about running away, or I'll make you bankrupt and hunt you down all over the world."
The man nodded. "I, I understand."
Yan Luo turned around and went upstairs. The man let out a long sigh and muttered softly, "It would be strange if he didn't run away! Anyway, what I said was a lie. You didn't ask my name, so it would still be a lie even if you asked."
He leaned against the wall and staggered away.
Yan Luo returned to the intensive care unit, took off her hat and mask, went into the bathroom, washed her hands, and walked to the bedside. She looked at the frail man with his eyes closed, feeling distressed.
She sat on the chair, holding Yu Nanchen's hand and putting it on her cheek, "Why are you so stupid? You are worried that the surgery abroad will delay your time, right? Don't you know that once the wound is infected, the situation will become very dangerous. In these tens of thousands of years, you have not changed, and you are still as stubborn as before. Fool, big fool."
Snap!
Tears dripped onto the back of that fair hand, and the fingers that were held moved slightly.
The man's tightly closed eyes slightly raised a slit, and his cracked lips pursed, "Luoluo."
Yan Luo raised his eyes when he heard the voice, "Nan Chen, you're awake."
"Don't cry, I'm fine." The man's voice was weak, but he still tried to raise his voice.
Yan Luo pressed her finger on his thin lips, "Don't say anything, you just had surgery and need to rest. I'll get a cotton swab to moisten your lips."
After saying that, he stood up, got a cotton swab and a disposable cup from the table, sat in front of the bed, and wiped his lips.
"You are not allowed to neglect your body in the future. You are too willful. You should get the surgery done in Country S before coming back."
Yu Nanchen stared at her for a moment, "I miss you."
The three words "I miss you" are so tear-jerking.
The tip of Yan Luo's nose felt sour, and the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped no matter what.
"Don't cry. I'll feel bad if you cry." Yu Nanchen raised his hand and stroked her little face, wiping away her tears.
Yan Luo nodded, "Well, I won't cry. You need to rest more and stop talking. You can eat in three hours. If you are hungry by then, I will buy you some porridge."
Yu Nanchen hummed lightly, his eyelids closed uncontrollably, and he fell into a deep sleep.
At this time, there was a knock on the ward door. Yan Luo glanced at the small window and saw that the person who came was Liang Jing.
Liang Jing pushed the door open and walked in, handing Yan Luo a paper bag containing her casual clothes. "Change into them, so you won't be discovered."
Yan Luo quickly changed her clothes and said, "I just found someone secretly taking photos of me."
Liang Jing frowned, "How could this happen?"
"Remember the girl you met at the door?"
Liang Jing nodded, "Is it her?"
“It’s very suspicious.”
"Who is she?"
"The adopted daughter of the Yu family."
Liang Jing tutted, "To be honest, adopted daughters have always been scheming. You have to be careful."
Yan Luo smiled faintly, "She should be more careful."
Liang Jing smiled, "Sorry, I used the wrong wording."
At this time, her cell phone rang, "It's Jiang Yan."
"Go quickly, don't be late." Yan Luo curled her lips, "Younger brothers are still quite fragrant."
Liang Jing smiled a little embarrassedly and left.
Yan Luo tucked the quilt for Yu Nanchen, readjusted the speed of the drip, walked out of the ward and called Mason, "Send me a laptop to Boren Hospital, in the third department, third floor, room 312."