Jing Yiran watched the familiar or unfamiliar faces coming in and out of the house, and watched the door of the study room on the second floor open and close, close and open again, from dusk to late night, and from late night to dawn.
Ever since Jing Yichen was shot and was in critical condition, Jing Zhongxiu began to use his power. Except for a trip to the hospital, he spent the rest of the time in the study, and then people kept coming and going from the house.
Jing Yiran had seen some, some he had only heard of, and some he had neither seen nor heard of.
However, looking at the momentum and sharpness of these people, one can tell that these people are all giants, and all of them are outstanding in various fields.
Among them was a woman who impressed him very deeply.
Not only because she is the only woman who came tonight, nor because she has an excellent face and a curvy figure, but because her eyes are like autumn water, but the moment she looked at him, that kind of sharpness The eagle's cold eyes made Jing Yiran's hairs stand on end, as if he was being watched by the god of death.
Jing Yiran broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately guessed her identity.
She should be Angel, the top assassin most wanted in the world, and the second-ranked killer Angel on the global killer list! The only woman among the top ten killers!
There are no false shots, no moral bottom line, and it is rumored that her parents were shot by her own hands, and she was only fourteen years old at that time!
She is a killing machine without the slightest emotion. No matter how difficult the task is, she can complete it without any influence.
Some people say that she has some defects in her mind, so she is unreasonable, so she is naturally suitable to be a killer.
However, the woman Jing Yiran saw today didn't appear to be mentally handicapped at all! I just don't know if this face of hers is her real face. It is rumored that she is beautiful and moving, so it should be true.
Even the world's second-ranked killer is here, Jing Yiran can't imagine, what are the identities of the other people he doesn't know! It seemed that Jing Yichen was injured, which completely angered Jing Zhongxiu.
He has always known that the most powerful person in this family, or even in the entire city A, is not the old man Jing Tianyuan, nor the mysterious and cold Jing Yichen who seems to outsiders, but his father, the restrained and introverted man who does nothing but fish every day. Jing Zhongxiu, a person who does nothing while playing chess.
He is an extremely powerful man, and the power in his hands can't be seen clearly. At the same time, he is also a man with a sense of responsibility. As long as he is supposed to protect him, he never refuses, no matter how disgusting or disliked he is, He will bear it silently.
Jing Yiran knew clearly that he was able to live until now and did not die under Jing Yichen's hands, all because of Jing Zhongxiu's protection.
His feelings for Jing Zhongxiu are very complicated, including admiration, admiration, alienation and fear, and hatred and resentment.
Because in Jing Zhongxiu's heart, his real son will always be Jing Yichen, and even the name Jing Yiran was not chosen by him, but by the old lady.
How sad, his father refused to even give him a name. From birth to now, his father has never hugged him, let alone asked him about his health, and even seldom beat or scolded him - he has always only scolded Jing Yi Chen one.
The door of the study room opened again, and Jing Zhongxiu, who had been deployed all night, came out from inside.
After a sleepless night, he was still dressed in a neat suit, majestic and indifferent, and there was no expression on the face that was very similar to Jing Yichen, only the bloodshot eyes in his eyes revealed his exhaustion and anger.
He walked down the stairs, and the butler immediately ordered the servants to set up the breakfast, waiting for him to wash up and eat.
Jing Zhongxiu glanced at Jing Yiran who was standing aside, and said lightly: "Don't go out recently, there is something that must go out, bring more people around."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Jing Yiran to respond, he turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Looking at his tall back, Jing Yiran didn't feel warm because of his words, but felt a little desolate. He said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Yes, Dad."
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In Mu's Hospital, after a whole night of rescue, the shadowless lamp in the emergency room finally went out.
This means, the operation is over.
Shangguan Ning had been staring at the operating room, and when she saw the lights were off, she immediately stood up, wanting to go into the emergency room to see the man who didn't even want his life for her.
She worried and blamed herself all night, for fear of hearing a bad result.
She wanted to go in to see him, and to call his name, but she was afraid that going in would affect the doctor's operation on him, so she could only stop abruptly, and stood guard outside.
Now that the operation was over, she wanted to run to him as fast as possible! Desperately want to hear the doctor say he's fine!
But because she kept one position for too long, both legs were numb, she stood up abruptly, and her body immediately fell forward uncontrollably.
Ah Hu and Li Duo immediately supported her, one on the left and one on the right, and shouted at the same time: "Young Madam, be careful!"
Shangguan calmed down for a while, said "I'm fine", and then staggered into the emergency room step by step. Ah Hu and Li Duo followed behind her, but they didn't go in, but dutifully guarded outside the door.
A bloody smell that made Shangguan Ning's heart ache was overwhelming. This smell seemed to bring her back to the moment Jing Yichen was shot. The warm blood in his body splashed her face, making her feel like Struck by lightning, heart-piercing.
In the emergency room, besides Mu Qing, there was also the top surgeon in Mu's Hospital. Seeing her, Mu Qing waved her hand, motioning for a few exhausted doctors to go out first.
In Shangguan Ning's eyes, there was no one at all at the moment, only the man lying on the operating table, whose breathing was extremely weak and whose face was as pale as paper.
She walked up to him step by step, looked at his pale and handsome face, looked at the bandaged wound on his chest, looked at the blood-stained bullet taken from his chest in the stainless steel tray , She couldn't hold back anymore, held his cold hand, lay down on the operating table and burst into tears.
Mu Qing took off the mask and the blood-stained white rubber gloves, patted Shangguan Ning's back lightly, and told her in the most comforting words: "Sister-in-law, don't cry, that bullet missed , Jing Shao is fine, he is in good physical condition, but he has lost too much blood, he should be able to wake up tomorrow, you have to take good care of him, don't tire yourself out."
His words are extremely useful.
Shangguan Ning wiped away her tears, raised her red and swollen eyes, and saw Mu Qing's red eyes from the intense operation all night, she said gratefully: "Dr. Mu, thank you for your hard work! Thank you! You bring him back!"