Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

How could she leave him who was sick and leave? He believed that she would never do that.Before she left, she also said that if she found the heart of the deep sea, he would go to treat her illness.

Ximen Longting had a splitting headache, and his temples were swollen faintly.

For three days, he didn't rest for a moment, and his nerves were always in a state of collapse.

He couldn't tolerate her being in danger, and he couldn't even have a moment of peace.

I lost my mood for eating and doing things, and my mood became extremely violent...

The wedding will be postponed for half a year, which means that his body may not last until then.He is suffering rapidly, and although recent medicines and supplements have relieved his condition, his cancer is still slowly spreading.

The body became more and more powerless, without the majestic strength it used to have.

Ximen Longting looked in the mirror, his slightly pale lips.

"Prepare for the operation as soon as possible," the doctor looked at the test result sheet and said solemnly, "If you don't have the operation within a week, you will miss the time for the final treatment."

Ximen Longting stared blankly at the equipment and instruments, and his red eyes were empty.

"When your cancer has completely metastasized, even if you have a resection operation, you won't be able to recover..." the doctor persuaded, "There is still time, surgery and chemotherapy may cure the cancer."

Ximen Longting frowned and remained silent.

The doctor pointed to the slide, opened and closed his mouth, and kept talking, which sounded like noise to him.

Suddenly he punched the instrument beside him, and the doctor froze in fright.

Ximen Longting got up: "Did anyone find it?"

Wilson, who was standing aside, sighed: "If Miss Jing is found, I will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

Ximen Longting felt a pain in his stomach and coughed a few times...

Wilson hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

Ximen Longting wiped his mouth, without looking at the handkerchief, he threw it into the wastebasket.

"Master, do you still have the operation?"

"Without surgery, what will happen to me in half a year?" Ximen Longting stared at the doctor coldly.

"You're going to be very emaciated . . . and your functions are gradually declining."

"What else," he asked coldly, "will it affect my normal life?"

"When the time comes, the cancer will be in the terminal stage... Normal life..." the doctor said hesitantly, "It's hard to say, some people will be better after half a year, and some people are already terminally ill. This has something to do with your own cooperation."

After a pause, the doctor said weakly:

"If you keep drinking, I'm sure you'll be very sick by then."

Wilson's eyes were heavy: "Master, did you drink last night?"

Ximen Longting's dark eyes: "A few mouthfuls."

"I can't even take a sip..."

"That's enough!" He scolded fiercely, "I can't even find a single woman. What do I feed you bastards?"

Wilson didn't know what to do, if Jing Jiaren was by his side at this time, if she was...

Except for Jing Jiaren, no one can control Ximen Longting.

Wilson's complexion was complicated, but it's a pity that Miss Jing...maybe already...

Three days ago, he received a message from Master Simon from France.

1. An order to kill Jing Jiaren was issued;

2. If you want your master to live, then monitor Ximen Longting's every move and report to Master Ximen.

Wilson clenched his hands tightly. He had never betrayed Ximen Longting in his life. Loyalty was the first order in his mind.

Unfortunately, for Ximen Longting's survival...