Hearing that she was not injured, Bai Chen was relieved.
He heard that someone had been shot before, and it was a woman. He was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
His eyes fell on Leng Yihuang who was at the side, and he saw his blood-stained arms.
"Master Leng is injured?"
"No problem."
"Then it's in the operating room?"
"It's Cheng Min."
Bai Chen didn't know how to face Leng Yihuang.
Before, they all regarded him as a murderer and wronged him, but now the truth came out, but Wen Yun shot him again.
"Master Leng Xiaomi, I apologize to you on her behalf. Ever since Xiaoxin left, she has been a little out of order. It's my fault. I didn't take good care of her. But she..." Bai Chen said with some difficulty: "But she just lost I lost my daughter, and at this age, if I go to jail again..."
"Master Leng, can you let her go this time, I promise to keep her in check, and I won't let her mess around again."
Leng Yihuang lowered his head, clutching Lin Xiaomi's soft little hand, and said sarcastically, "I'm not mentally normal, and I can't cure it at home."
Bai Chen's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.
He nodded and said, "I understand."
A mental hospital is always better than jail.
He knew that he was not welcome here, so the sensible person left first.
The operation lasted for more than four hours, and Lin Xiaomi sat in a chair in a daze, not knowing what to think.
Leng Yihuang raised his hand and touched her face: "Are you hungry? I'll let Ah Xing take you back first."
"I don't!" Lin Xiaomi refused immediately, and grabbed his hand: "I will stay here with you."
She didn't want to leave, she had a strange feeling in her heart, as if he was about to be snatched away, and she had to guard him every step of the way.
The big hand was tightly held by her, a smile flashed in Leng Yihuang's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.
The operation lasted until midnight, when the light during the operation went off, Cheng Jie came out with a tired face, took off his mask, and said, "The operation went well, but the place where the bullet grazed is really evil, is it right?" Whether the wounded nerve will affect her actions will not be known until she wakes up."
"When will she wake up?"
"The anesthetic is over, before noon tomorrow."
Because Cheng Min was still in a coma and Cheng Jie was guarding here, they went back first.
Because Leng Yihuang's car was covered in blood, they changed to another car.
The streets are very quiet at midnight.
The biting cool wind howled through the thin fabric and poured into the neckline.
After getting into the car, Leng Yihuang subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Lin Xiaomi was actually a little sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep when Ke Ke was in his arms.
The shirt on his body hadn't been changed yet, and the smell of blood on it was mixed with the smell of perfume that didn't belong to her.
That was Cheng Min's smell.
She pushed him away and sat up in his arms.
"What's wrong?"
"No, I'm not sleepy."
She turned her head and looked out of the window, the neon lights were flashing on the street, but the depression in her heart was in stark contrast to the tranquility of the street.
The conversation between Cheng Min and him resounded in his mind over and over again.
She didn't like herself being so preoccupied, but she couldn't control it.
Leng Yihuang looked indifferently at the woman beside her who was leaning her head against the car window. The car was parked in the villa, and she walked down first. When he walked into the room, she had already entered the bathroom with her pajamas.
He had to go to the bathroom of the guest room.
When he came back from the shower, Lin Xiaomi was already lying on the bed, curled up on her side, with his back facing the door.
Leng Yihuang's frown tightened again. He went to bed and wanted to hold her in his arms, but she seemed to be asleep and didn't give him any response.
But he knew that she was not asleep.
"Are you losing your temper with me?" Leng Yihuang's voice was a little dull.
Lin Xiaomi frowned. Hearing the words, he closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.
The eyes that couldn't be ignored kept falling on her, and she didn't know what was wrong with her, she was indeed angry with him.
When she thought of Cheng Min leaning in his arms and letting her stay by his side from his own mouth, she felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
Lin Xiaomi felt even more upset when she retracted the unignorable gaze that fell on her.
I don't know how long it took, but she turned around slowly, and Leng Yihuang behind her also turned his back to her, he must have fallen asleep, right
The next day, when Lin Xiaomi woke up, she subconsciously rubbed against her side, but the place that should have been warm was now cold.
She opened her eyes, but Leng Yihuang was not by her side.
She got up to wash up, and when she went downstairs, she saw a servant asking, "Where is Leng Yihuang?"
"The young master went out early in the morning." The servant asked respectfully: "Young madam, do you want to have breakfast now?"
Lin Xiaomi shook her head: "No, prepare a car for me, I want to go out."
She turned and walked out, paused, and said: "Pack me breakfast, I'll go to the hospital, pack some porridge, and the side dishes are lighter."
...
When Cheng Min woke up, the effect of the anesthetic was losing its effect, and severe pain hit his whole body.
She opened her eyes and saw two people standing in the ward talking, she blinked and said, "Master..."
Leng Yihuang and Cheng Jie walked over when they heard the voice: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
"Master, am I dreaming? I saw you again, and I thought I was going to die."
Leng Yihuang frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense. How do you feel now?"
"It's just a little pain." Cheng Min said weakly, she looked sideways at her lower body: "Why don't I feel any pain in my legs, is it because the anesthetic hasn't taken effect yet?"
Hearing this, Leng Yihuang's expression changed.
Cheng Jie did a series of checks on her, his face was a little ugly, and he looked at Leng Yihuang, but he didn't know what to say.
Seeing the reactions of the two, Cheng Min's eyes flashed blankly: "Cheng Jie, what's wrong with my leg?"
"It's nothing. You just finished the operation. It will take some time to recover before you can feel it. Don't worry."
Cheng Min frowned, tilted his body and beat his leg with his hands, pulling the wound, gasped in pain, and turned pale immediately.
"You can't move around now, be careful of the wound opening." Cheng Jie wanted to hold her down.
Cheng Min waved him away: "Don't touch me! Why is it unconscious and can't move at all? What's wrong! Tell me! Tell me!"
She wanted to move her legs, it didn't matter if she didn't feel it, as long as she could move, but her slender legs lay motionless on the bed. "
As soon as Lin Xiaomi arrived at the door of the ward, she heard sharp cries coming from inside.
She pushed open the door of the ward subconsciously, Cheng Min seemed to be crazy, beating her legs vigorously with both hands, Cheng Jie couldn't hold her down at all, Leng Yihuang pulled her into his arms, hugged her crazy With both hands, the voice gently coaxed: "Shh, shh! Be quiet, it's okay, it's okay..."