Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 8362 This is the same root (11)

"Mr. Yan Feng doesn't need to blame himself so much. You are not wrong. You are not feeling well now. It is better to go back to rest first. I will notify you as soon as there is any news."

"Does my father know about this?"

"Mr. Yan Feng wants him to know?"

Yan Feng shook his head and sighed: "No need."

"Mr. Yan Feng knows better than me what Yan Jia has experienced in the past, and I don't think it is necessary."

Yan Feng was silent and did not speak.

My father hated Yan Jia, and that kind of hatred was like gnashing of teeth when enemies met each other. In my father's eyes, Yan Jia took the life of the woman he loved the most.

So for so many years, my father has been scolding Yan Jia as something ominous and unlucky.

Even the servants in the house would look at Yan Songyuan's face and talk, and they didn't like seeing Yan Jia very much.

In the past few years, when his father was old and he had a car accident, Yan Songyuan only thought of recalling Yan Jia to China and letting him take over the Yan's Group.

Despite this, Yan Jia still managed the Yan family conscientiously and did not slack off.

The younger brother has never been a playboy who doesn't do his job properly and likes leisure and dislikes labor. He was just forced into this field by his father.

Ji Changmu sat down next to Yan Feng, and there were only the two of them in the empty corridor.

The door to the operating room was already closed.

Time passed little by little.

In the afternoon, Yan Feng had low blood sugar and became dizzy.

Ji Changmu asked the hospital to vacate a ward for Yan Feng, helped Yan Feng into the room, and asked the nurse to bring Yan Feng lunch.

Ji Changmu sighed: "Mr. Yan Feng rests for a while, it's not a problem to hold on like this."

"Mr. Hard Work."

"It's nothing."

Ji Changmu waited alone outside the operating room.

He hasn't told Qiao Zhixing and Qiao Muyuan about Yan Jia's surgery today, and it will not be too late to talk about the results.

The man sat on the bench in the corridor, surrounded by the cold wind from the air conditioner. He sat quietly with his arms crossed, his white shirt spotless.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark and his face was dark.

The distance between life and death is too far.

Success or failure is only in this operation.

But no matter what the result is, he, Ji Changmu, will be responsible for it alone.

He closed his eyes and listened to his heartbeat silently.

As the evening approaches, the sun sets, and the sunset covers the entire sky. Looking out from the hospital window, the city is full of afterglow, and the sunset is endlessly gentle.

Ji Changmu watched the setting sun outside the window motionless, the summer wind brushed the brows of the city, and the wanderers were all in a hurry.

A doctor came out for Ji Changmu to sign: "Mr. Ji, please sign the last notice."

"How far is the operation? How long?" He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and slightly tired.

"About a quarter of an hour."

"What did Dr. Brewer say?"

"Do your best."

Ji Changmu didn't ask any more, picked up the pen and signed his name.

As soon as the doctor left, Yan Feng appeared in the corridor with a coat on, and he still wrapped himself tightly.

The man walked very slowly, coughing all the way: "Mr. Ji, thank you."

"you are welcome."

"Yan Jia is lucky to have a friend like you."

"Yan Jia is lucky to have a brother like you."

Ji Changmu glanced at him, the two looked at each other, the sunset light passed through the window glass and shone on the white wall beside them.

Ji Changmu thought that Yan Jia was not alone.

(End of this chapter)