[BL](MTL)Every time I become relatives with Slag Gong [Quick Pass]

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Chapter 41 I Become Slag Gong's Son ②0

    Lin Yingwen's chattering words were all demeaning words for Lin Heng, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Cheng Jin's increasingly cold eyes, as well as the back of turning away.

    Cheng Jin thought it was ridiculous that Lin Heng didn't like Lin Yingwen so much, how could he possibly tell Lin Yingwen of his whereabouts.

    But, Lin Heng, where are you?

    At this time, it was the rush hour, and there were people coming and going around, noisy and lively, Cheng Jin stood alone, looking up at the surroundings, at a loss, there were so many people, but no one was Lin Heng, the crowd was lively It seems to separate Cheng Jin, leaving him alone is a person's loneliness.

    Standing in the vast sea of ​​people, nowhere seems to be the direction he should go.

    Suddenly, some liquid fell on his face.

    One drop, two drops...

    Some people opened umbrellas, some walked away quickly, and some looked for a place to hide.

    Cheng Jin raised his head, and the cold liquid fell on his face one after another. It turned out that it was raining.

    The pattering rain later became heavier, and fewer and fewer people were on the street.

    Walking in the rain, the icy cold penetrated through the clothes and penetrated densely. The rain wet his black broken hair, and then along the end of the hair, it fell into his eyes, and the liquid kept slipping from his face, and it was not clear that it was rain. Still tears.

    Time flies, and five years have passed in a hurry.

    There were a series of car accidents on the Third Ring Road of the Imperial Capital. The casualties were sent to the Imperial Capital Hospital one after another. In the Imperial Capital Hospital at midnight, some family members were crying for the sudden death of their family members, and some family members were anxiously waiting for the family members who were being rescued.

    In the lit emergency room, a door will be noisy and isolated, and one after another emergency operation is going on inside, racing against time to fight against death. On the monitor, on the electrogram of the fluctuating vital signs, the data jumped and sounded from time to time.     There are three doctors next to the operating table. The doctor in charge of the operation is wearing a blue sterile suit and a mask, covering his facial features, revealing a pair of black and white eyes, which are like glowing lights under the knocked down light.

    The voice came out from under the mask, cold and indifferent, flat and straightforward, without emotion.

    "Hemostatic forceps."

    "Tweezers."

    "..." The

    operation was carried out in an orderly manner. After a long time, the operation was successful.

    "Doctor Cheng, hurry up and rest, you have stayed up all night to perform five operations."

    "Yes, you can't collapse." Several doctors advised.

    The man's black-and-white eyes were raised, and thick bloodshots were clearly visible. After he relaxed, his brows were full of tired expressions.

    He took off his blue sterile suit, revealing a tall figure in a white shirt and black trousers, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, straight and slender legs, he took off his mask, and the soft light fell on his already faded facial features. On the top, the edges and corners are clear, such as carvings, and the temperament is cool.