When Chen Qinghe said the words "He wants to have surgery", his voice gradually became weaker.

"Xiao'er won't let everyone tell you that anyone who tells you will break up with someone. Sister, don't sell me."

Zhou Qiao calmed down at this moment. She stood there, wandering around the world, and finally gave Chen Qinghe a look, "Go to the hospital."

"ah?"

"Go to the hospital."

"No," Chen Qinghe didn't expect her to be so direct, "You just came back, and you're back to rest and have a jet lag. I'll take you there after you're settled, okay?"

Zhou Qiao shook his head and saw that he had no movement, so he simply picked up his luggage and left.

"Hey, Qiao Qiao sister, Zhou Qiao." Chen Qinghe caught up with her, "Are you going back? Where to live? I'll give you it."

Zhou Qiao stopped stepping, she looked blank, and after a while, she lowered her head and said, "There is no place to live."

Chen Qinghe shouted in his heart, "It's really a pot that doesn't open to the pot."

After Zhou Qiao's parents divorced, they could not call her for half a year, so where would they be home?

Chen Qinghe also felt that this was a poor girl. She softened her heart and agreed, "Okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

In the jeep, Chen Qinghe told the situation while driving.

"Hanxiao has been complaining about stomachache recently. He didn't come to a few parties at a time. He said he couldn't blow the wind, eat barbecue, and couldn't afford to play when he came." Chen Qinghe turned on the turn signal and stopped at the right intersection and waited for the green light.

"In fact, he has always had stomach problems. He started a business in the early years and had too many social engagements on the table. A young man in his early twenties was extremely enthusiastic about drinking. In order to win a partner, he could blow a bottle of white wine. Later, when the business grew, he did not often come forward for these small things, and he was well prepared."

Zhou Qiao looked at the scenery outside the window and asked, "How did you fall ill this time?"

"I had a meal with a few new leaders of the Planning Bureau and drank a little hard, so I couldn't do it at home that night. When I received his call, people spoke as if they were only breathless. I was so scared that I put on a pair of shorts and drove to pick him up."

Chen Qinghe recalled the scenes from the previous few days and felt so furious. "I have a spare key for his house. When I opened the door and went in, Han Xiao lay on the sofa, and the sofa cushions were covered with blood. I fucking thought he had come to his aunt, which was incredible!"

Chen Qinghe laughed twice, then sighed and shook his head, "The stomach ulcer has a very traumatic surface. When he was stimulated by alcohol, he vomited blood. After being sent to the hospital for examination, there was a polyp in his stomach, which was in his appetite."

Zhou Qiao heard it very seriously, raised her head and frowned, "Is it dangerous? What do the doctor say?"

Chen Qinghe nodded, "That polyp is too big. The doctor said it must be removed surgically, otherwise the probability of cancer will be very high."

Zhou Qiao tightened the corner of his clothes, his mind full of two words that changed his expression.

"But don't worry, you will be sent to a biopsy immediately after the surgery. If nothing is wrong, just pay more attention in the future."

Zhou Qiao asked back, "What if there is anything?"

Chen Qinghe was silent.

He put away his smile, turned the steering wheel, and after a long curve, he spoke, "No."

———

Lu Hanxiao lives in the best city first courtyard.

The director sets the operation time at 9 a.m. tomorrow, and various preoperative examinations will be underway.

Lu Hanxiao was lying on the hospital bed, rolling up his sleeves, and the nurse was drawing blood for him.

There are already six or seven tubes in the pallet, and there are four empty tubes next to it.

The needle was thick, and when he stabbed it in, he frowned. The young nurse should be new to him. Seeing him frowning, her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Lu Hanxiao smiled and said, "It's okay, you've pierced well, it's my reason. I am a person who is naturally afraid of pain."

He easily brushed away the little nurse's nervousness. The little girl smiled embarrassedly.

Lu Hanxiao joked: "I want to eat candy after smoking. Do you give me candy here?"

The young nurse laughed out loud. The patient was gentle and had a standard celebrity face. He couldn't stop his handsomeness even in a sick uniform. He was especially gentle and soothing, which was about to melt the person.

After the blood was drawn, the young nurse left with a red face.

Lu Hanxiao pressed the needle and slept on the bed to rest. He looked at the time and calculated that Chen Qinghe should have received Zhou Qiao. But why didn't this animal reply?

Lu Hanxiao was impatient to wait, picked up his cell phone and dialed it over. The other end answered quickly. Lu Hanxiao scolded, "Do you have no money to pay the phone bill? I will lend you if you don't have money."

Chen Qinghe's voice was timid and trembling, "No, no shortage of money."

"Are you going to go on?"

“Received.”

"Didn't you show your feelings? I said I'm on a business trip in Hangzhou."

"No, no sank..."

"That's good." Lu Hanxiao was relieved when he heard Chen Qinghe snorting weakly, "Because there is nothing left to reveal."

“???”

"Xiao'er, lift your noble head."

The ward door was pushed open.

Lu Hanxiao looked over, Chen Qinghe, who was still holding his cell phone, laughed and implicitly made a way, revealing Zhou Qiao behind him.

Lu Hanxiao: "..."

Chen Qinghe raised his hand to surrender, "I know your eyes are big and bright, but there is no need to look at me like this. Don't blame me, buddy, you are too smart."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Hanxiao fucked the pillow at his hand and smashed it over.

"What's the point of asking you for? Kill you, okay?"

The pillow wiped Chen Qinghe's cheeks and stopped in the air, and was grabbed by Zhou Qiao with one hand.

Lu Hanxiao looked at her, his eyes softened, and he looked pitiful, "I did something wrong again."

Zhou Qiao walked towards him with a pillow.

Lu Hanxiao nervously shrank toward the head of the bed, and his hands pressing the needle were placed in a mess.

Zhou Qiao had no expression on his face, and he could not see any joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Lu Hanxiao was cowardly, and he smiled awkwardly, and was about to say something.

Zhou Qiao suddenly bent down, approached him, took the cotton swab from his hand and gently pressed it to the place where he had just drawn blood.

"It's been pressed, it's all bleeding."

Her hair has a faint fragrance, and her voice is lighter than the fragrance.

Lu Hanxiao's mood was at first happy, but as he was beautiful, he couldn't move.

Zhou Qiao's hair covered her side face, her nose was erect and there was a falling tears on it.

Lu Hanxiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand, curled up his index finger, and brushed away the tears.

"Jojo?"

Zhou Qiao didn't respond.

Lu Hanxiao bent the corners of his mouth, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

I still didn't respond, but the tears on the tip of my nose were faster one after another.

Lu Hanxiao pulled his hand back, put his palm against her side face, and broke the person face to face without saying a word.

Zhou Qiao looked at him with red eyes.

After a while, Lu Hanxiao asked softly: "Have you seen enough? Am I more handsome than before? Is my nose very good? Let me tell you a secret, I went to Korea to have a face."

Zhou Qiao's eyes turned redder and she choked and said, "It's not funny."

Lu Hanxiao's hand went around the back of her head and pressed the person forward. The two of them put their foreheads on their foreheads, and their breaths were deeply and shallowly intertwined, which was hot and warm.

This position is close, and Lu Hanxiao's eyelashes are clearly distinguished. He said apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Qiao blocked his mouth with his palm, "Don't say this."

"I didn't mean to lie to you." Lu Hanxiao turned his head and insisted on saying it, "I really just don't want to worry you."

Zhou Qiao still complained, "What if there is anything? Are you waiting for me to visit your grave?"

Lu Hanxiao couldn't help but laughed, "I'm young and have great ideals."

Zhou Qiao felt that this was too unlucky, so he pushed him away, sat upright, and said, "Whose ideal is to sweep the grave? Don't defile the word ideal."

Lu Hanxiao put his hands on the back of his head and leaned back loudly, "This disease is worth it."

Zhou Qiao was upset about his nonsense and glared at him.

Lu Hanxiao still laughed, "It's true, at least you're back."

Zhou Qiao deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, "If you don't get sick, I will also go back to China."

"Tsk!" Lu Hanxiao sighed, "Isn't it okay to coax the patient?"

When Zhou Qiao heard the patient, she felt soft. She lowered her eyes to his abdomen and asked in a low voice: "Does it still hurt?"

Lu Hanxiao said: "It won't hurt when you come back."

"Can you not joke?" Zhou Qiao's tone even more begged, "Where is the medical record? Show me."
To be continued...