After Mo Jingshen received a call from the hospital, he left Base XI again and rushed back to the hospital.
Dr. Wendel said that Ji Nuan was kidnapped by the group of Cambodians before the critical period passed. His head should have been hit somewhere when he was taken into the car. The head injury caused subarachnoid hemorrhage. Although It's not fatal, but the time it takes for her to recover and wake up is unpredictable.
When Mo Jingshen returned to the hospital, he was still wearing the same clothes as when he returned to the base, black trousers and a black T-shirt. Because he learned that Ji Nuan's waking time could not be predicted, his whole person looked decadent and dark.
Even apart from changing clothes and taking a shower, he had not tidied himself up for a few days. His short black hair was a little messy by the wind, but he still had a handsome face with three-dimensional and deep facial features, but he left coldly.
He walked back outside the ICU ward and looked at the scene inside through the glass.
Because Ji Nuan can no longer endure physical pain, the brain surgery can no longer be transferred to the operating room, but performed directly in the intensive care unit.
Through the protective glass window, Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan lying there with stern eyes. He didn't even need anesthesia and seemed to be unconscious during the operation.
The doctor was busy operating on her, and various medical instruments inside made beeping sounds from time to time, as well as images of heart pulse, breathing, blood pressure monitoring, etc.
Looking at the weak heartbeat that came and went in the image, Mo Jingshen's eyes were filled with turmoil. He stepped on the cold ground and stood straight in front of the glass with his tall and tall figure.
When Ah K rushed back, all he saw was Mo Jingshen standing there with a cold and cautious side face, and he walked over quickly.
Ah K knew that Ji Nuan's physical condition was in critical condition every day recently and that Mr. Mo couldn't leave her, so he respectfully told him about Atu Tai's stay at the base behind him. It was estimated that A Tu Tai would not survive long. Damn it, after simply explaining the follow-up treatment of the group of people related to Atu Tai, I didn't bother him anymore and left directly.
The hospital corridor outside the ICU became silent again.
Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan's unconscious appearance and slowly raised his hand and placed it on the glass window.
The palms of his hands gradually closed up and clenched into fists, the joints turning white.
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a week later-
Ji Nuan still didn't wake up. There was an oxygen tube inserted into his nose and an injection on the back of his hand. Apart from the pale color on the back of his hand that was riddled with holes, all that was left were the bruises left by the needle holes.
But fortunately, Ji Nuan's wounds have healed since this morning, and the internal organs injured by the bullet are also recovering well. Although he is still living in the intensive care unit, he is allowed two hours of visiting time every day.
Qin Siting walked into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting beside the bed, looking at the sleeping Ji Nuan.
How long has she slept these days, and how long Mo Jingshen has been here with her. The vice president and assistants are responsible for the internal and external affairs of the company. Ji Nuan cannot eat, and Mo Jingshen has hardly eaten these days, and only occasionally eats. I only took a few bites when they forced me to sit on the dining table.
Qin Siting walked up behind him: "Your cell phone rang outside. I took a look and it was from the Ji family in Haicheng. I guess there has been no news from Ji Nuan these days. Is there anything Ji Hongwen needs to find?" she."
Mo Jingshen looked at the time and said, "I'll call him back later."
Qin Siting nodded: "Ji Nuan is so injured now. It's better not to tell the people in Haicheng until her vital signs have stabilized. Otherwise, so many people will come all the way here. Especially your old man from the Mo family, at such an old age, the less he knows about these things, the less he has to worry about."
Mo Jingshen said no more, his eyes still fixed on the face of the sleeping man on the hospital bed, motionless.
Knowing Mo Jingshen's current state, it seemed that nothing had anything to do with him, except for waiting for Ji Nuan to wake up.
Qin Siting didn't want to say more, so he just patted him on the shoulder and looked at Ji Nuan again. He was also sleeping as if he hadn't even dreamed. He was motionless and his face was so pale that he didn't look like he was there. Is a real person.
Mo Jingshen put his hand on Ji Nuan's uninjected hand and held her bruised hand firmly in his palm.
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Another half month passed.
Ji Nuan's ward has allowed Mo Jingshen to stay with her every day.
The woman's white and soft hand was always in his hand. The mobile phone placed beside the bed vibrated. Mo Jingshen glanced at it briefly and raised his other hand to answer the phone.
"Mr. Mo, behind Atuta is a foster father whom he recognized in Mexico. He is the godfather of the Mexican mafia. He was also involved in various war-torn countries around the world more than 20 years ago. In recent years, his power has been divided. Most of them, the remaining subordinates and wealth are not enough to sustain them, so they sent Atu to find a way to get the sources of underground arms from you to earn billions of dirty money. Now Atu We have found Tai's adoptive father. He was diagnosed with liver cancer a few months ago and is lying in the hospital waiting to die. All of his people have fled because they saw that Atutai had a bad start, and there are only a dozen or so around him. He is an individual, but he is currently under our control. He wants to make a call to you, do you want to answer it?"
Mo Jingshen said coldly: "The dying man, what else do you want to say?"
The other party handed the phone directly to Atutai's adoptive father, and then an old and feeble voice sounded over there: "Mr. Control, I dealt with you many years ago, but you didn't find out about me at that time. , I didn’t expect that my only adopted son would fall into your hands now.”
Mo Jingshen didn't say anything, he just put Ji Nuan's hand in his palm and rubbed it slowly, gently stroking each of her fingers, as if to warm her cold hands and keep her hands away from them. Keep cool.
"Mr. Control, there is a saying in China that the mantis's arm is trying to control the chariot. I know that we are in this situation now, and I have no qualifications to negotiate any conditions with you. But I have no children, and Atu Tai is my only adopted son. Over the years, He is very loyal and filial to me, and I am willing to give the rest of my wealth to you, just asking you to let him go. Now I want to know, what have you done to my adopted son?"
There was a cold and frivolous sneer in Mo Jingshen's dark eyes: "You should ask what I am going to do to you."
The meaning of these words that he would not let anyone go at all, and that he would catch them all from top to bottom, was shockingly clear.
The person on the other side of the phone was speechless for a moment, and just as he was about to continue speaking, Mo Jingshen suddenly paused and looked down at Ji Nuan's hand in his palm, moving his index finger slightly.