Master Lu, Come On

The aroma of wild mushroom is mixed with the flavor of chicken soup. It is fragrant and fragrant, without any greasy.

In the kitchen, Tang Luo wiped the rest of the fungus. Xue Wanqing stirred the chicken soup with a spoon. She smelled it and thought it was OK,

"Falling..."

The voice just came out, "bang!"

Something fell on the ground, crisp and harsh. They turned their heads. Tang and song just struggled to straighten up. The next moment, they fell down and took the tea table next to them. The things on them fell all over the ground and hit the ground one after another.

The fresh water came out and spread towards him.

They were shocked and stunned, and quickly ran to Chaoyang,

"Old Tang!"

"Dad

*

hospital.

In the corridor, a slightly hasty step came. Lu Zhan leaned forward with a slight frown,

"Fall, how's it going?"

Tang Luo drooped his eyes. His eyes were red. He shook his head slowly. His throat was astringent and he couldn't speak.

He looked at the operating room. The door was closed and the red light was on. He was a little nervous and anxious.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps came again. Tang Jiajia rushed over, followed by Ning Qifeng with a serious face.

"Sister!"

Tang Jiajia was all flustered. "How's dad?"

Tang Luo opened his mouth, bowed his head, and looked silent, "... I don't know."

"Good... How can..."

Looking at Tang Luo's look, she couldn't say anything. She sighed and went to hold Tang Luo's hand.

A touch, like a piece of ice, hot summer, but cold thoroughly.

"Sister..."

She wanted to comfort, her heart is very sour, tried for a long time, can't say a word.

On one side, Lu Zhan takes back his eyes and looks at Ning Qifeng. He moves his steps, and the latter consciously follows.

*

Outside the corridor, there is a terrace.

In summer, the temperature is quite high, the balcony door is open, half hot and half cold.

Lu Zhan held a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke rose slowly. His face was hidden behind the smoke, and it was hard to tell whether it was clear or not.

Ning Qifeng stood opposite him with the same cold expression.

"It's not optimistic this time..."

His voice was a little tight and a little dull.

Lu Zhan took a smoke and slowly spit it out. The green smoke filled the air and added depression. "I know."

The illness of Tang and Song Dynasties has come to an end. He has lasted so long and is getting worse day by day.

Some results will come sooner or later.

"If it's true..." Ning Qifeng didn't go on, "what are you going to do?"

Lu Zhan's eyes turned to the outside. He could not see his face. "It depends on whether some people can hold back."

...

Tang and song were hospitalized again, and the news soon spread in a small range.

After all, he is a patient, and we all have some scruples. We don't talk too much about him. We only wonder if he can survive this time. If not, what will the Tang family look like?

Shan Wei rushed to the hospital, but Tang and Song dynasties had not yet come out of the operating room. When Xue Wanqing saw her coming, she only nodded. She was not in the mood to say hello.

Once, twice, more and more worrying.

It seems that there is a knife hanging on the top of the head. It just falls down, but it's also pure. It's hard to bear to see that the rope is going to break, but it can't fall down all the time.

Outside the operating room, people were standing

Without too much words, the atmosphere is depressing.

Time is hope and suffering.

Tang Luo sat on the chair, feeling sick and dizzy. He didn't have any strength at all. His face turned pale as he sat on the chair.

"Sister!"

Tang Jiajia held her hand, "what's the matter with you? There's sweat in the palm of your hand! "

Lu Zhan one eye sweeps past, is about to come forward, Tang Luo looks up, complexion is cool, slowly drew back a hand, "I'm ok."

It's not hard for her to show the unimpeded side.

Because of his appearance and personality, Tang Luo had performed many times before. When he was in the Tang family, he wanted to make eye contact with Tang Mingyu under the nose of the Tang and Song dynasties. He couldn't do without acting.

Later, Tang Jiajia accidentally broke it. She was stunned and said frankly that it was a pity that she didn't go to the acting!

The Tang and Song dynasties were so smart that they muddled through.

She insisted that she was ok, so people didn't force her any more. Everyone was worried about the Tang and Song Dynasties, so they didn't care.

Even she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She thought that it might be that she suddenly saw Tang and song fainting, worried and uncomfortable.

More than half an hour later, the door of the operating room finally opened, and the people immediately went there,

"How are you, doctor?"

The doctor took off his mask and swept his eyes. His eyes suddenly darkened and he shook his head slowly. "Family members, get ready in your heart!"

Rao had this idea before, but suddenly he heard that it was said by the doctor himself. It's another thing.

Xue Wanqing's face turned pale, her eyes darkened and she fainted.

"Ma!"

"Aunt Xue!"

"Wanqing!"

Ning Qifeng came forward, a horizontal person picked up, straight to the emergency room, Tang Jiajia in a hurry to follow up.

The remaining three stood at the door of the operating room, looking ugly.

Tang Luo's disgusting feeling came up again, and her pale face began to sweat. She stood up straight, her back was full of sweat, her clothes were sticky, and she seemed to be soaked in ice water. Her whole body was cold, and her brain was blank.

Hand was suddenly held, ear someone talking, low voice, reassuring, "falling."

Shan Wei turned his head and wiped the corner of his eye with a handkerchief. "I'll go to see Wan Qing!"

"... ah Zhan."

Tang Luo called a voice, Lu Zhan should, stretched out his hand to take people into his arms, "don't be afraid, I'm here. I will always be with you. "

At this time, her mind was confused and chaotic. All kinds of Tang and Song Dynasties lingered in her mind. In the end, it gathered into a picture of him fainting.

Her heart seemed to be held by a hand. She was so strong that she could hardly breathe.

"Ah Zhan... My dad..."

"Don't be afraid!" Lu Zhan interrupted her, "anyway, I will accompany you."

Tang Luo clung to his clothes tightly, as if he had grasped the life-saving straw.

On the corridor, again came the sound of footsteps, calm, powerful, leisurely, but without hesitation, close to.

Leaning against Lu Zhan's arms, she slowly looked up and looked at her sad face. After being stunned, she flitted through the struggle and turned into indignation.

On the corridor, there is a smell all day long, which can't be scattered, lingering all over the body, inexplicably depressed.

Tang Luo and Lu Zhan separate slowly, her hand is pulled by him, the palm is warm, the strength is firm.

Two people lift Mou to see to one side, three people look at each other, facial expression unexpectedly the same cold fierce.

"What are you doing here?"

Tang Luo opened his mouth first, and his tone was cold, as if he saw someone he didn't like.

Lu Zhan took a look at her. He was surprised and then said, "ah Zhan, help me to see how Aunt Xue is doing."

"Well."

After he left, Tang Luo looked at the visitor, looking cold and serious, and asked again,

"What else are you doing here?"

(end of this chapter)