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Chapter 124 In the Ward......

After Lan Jing stayed in Cong's old house for two days, he returned to City C, and a few days later, it was Cong Lang's day for surgery.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lan Jing packed up early and sat waiting. Shu Mingcheng also rushed to the hospital last night and was sitting on the small sofa near the window.

The atmosphere in the ward was not bad, Shu Mingcheng was talking to Cong Lang, it was basically father and son fighting each other, Lan Jing was sitting on the side looking down at his phone, Shen Bai was pushing the cart with some medical staff after a while Into the ward.

"Uncle," Shen Bai said hello to Shu Mingcheng first, then turned to look at Cong Lang, "Are you ready?"

Cong Lang responded and stood up from the bed, "Let's go, I'll go there by myself."

Shen Bai nodded, and went to prepare with the medical staff first. Lan Jing and Shu Mingcheng accompanied Cong Lang through the long corridor to the operation door.

After Shu Mingcheng came to the ward early in the morning, Lan Jing hardly spoke a word, and when he entered, he couldn't help holding Cong Lang's hand.

Cong Lang turned around.

Lan Jing moved his lips, wanting to say something, but with seven or eight doctors and nurses watching, he didn't know what to say so as not to make himself appear so hypocritical and flustered.

Cong Lang grabbed his shoulders as if no one was there, patted his back lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, wait for me."

His voice was full of confidence and affirmation, like an absolute promise, and Lan Jing's restless heart was suddenly calmed down.

He also hummed lightly, and hugged Cong Lang.

When they parted, Cong Lang smiled and rubbed Lan Jing's hair, and Shu Mingcheng next to him didn't say anything, just thumped Cong Lang's shoulder.

After the operation door closed and the red light came on, Lan Jing sat on the bench in the corridor.

The passage of time became extremely slow, and every minute and every second was extremely long. Lan Jing subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't want to go outside, so he could only endure it. He leaned his head back slightly, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes. Get up and try to look calm enough.

The hardest part of waiting is this waiting for an unknown outcome.

After Lan Jingdu endured for more than three hours, the lights in the operating room went out, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stood up from the chair.

Shu Mingcheng, who was standing against the wall not far away, also stood up straight.

The door of the operating room opened, and Shen Bai was the first to come out. When Lan Jing saw him take off his mask and the smile on his face, his heart that had been hanging for a long time suddenly fell back to reality, and his limbs froze. The blood also flowed slowly.

Cong Lang's operation was successful, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After he was sent from the observation room to the general ward, Shu Mingcheng, who had been guarding him all the time, quietly left the hospital.

Lan Jing accompanied Cong Lang, afraid of bumping into him, he didn't dare to go to bed, and sat in the chair at night.

There were cotton swabs and water cups on the bedside, and Lan Jing would dip them in from time to time to moisten Cong Lang's lips, and then stared at him quietly with his chin propped.

Cong Lang's slightly dry lips became very attractive after being moistened. Lan Jing's mouth felt a little parched after looking at it, and he couldn't help but leaned down, wanting to taste it.

But when Lan Jing was tossing and kissing, a certain young master moved his eyelids slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and then made eye contact with Lan Jing who was taking advantage of him.

After being stunned for a moment, young master Cong's eyes slowly burst into a smile, his eyes were clearly teasing Lan Jing: Even the patients are not spared, Lan Xiaojing, I didn't expect you to be so hungry.

Lan Jing's lips were pressed against Cong Lang, his face was a little hot, he thought that you are mine anyway, so I can kiss you as much as I like, so what's the matter.

So he bowed his head and chirped loudly, then backed away contentedly, staring at the person on the hospital bed provocatively.

The corner of Cong Lang's mouth hooked up, and he moved his hand, hooking Lan Jing's fingertips.

Cong Lang is in good health and recovers quickly, and can sit up by himself in two or three days.The eyes are also healed, but seeing people is still not as clear as before. Shen Bai said that it is because the blood clot has pressed the optic nerve for too long, and it will take time to fully recover.

"Will there be any sequelae?" Lan Jing asked.

Shen Bai said, "No."

Only then did Lan Jing feel relieved.

Before the operation, Cong Lang was afraid that his grandparents would be worried, so he didn't dare to tell them. After the operation was successful, Shu Mingcheng would of course tell the good news.

So the two old people were accompanied by Shu Mingcheng himself, and rushed to the hospital to see Cong Lang the next day. The baby grandson recovered from his illness, and they were happy as if they were several years younger.

Later, many people came to see Cong Lang one after another. Grandparents even lived in Lan Jing's house. Grandma cooked delicious food every day and sent Shu Mingcheng to the hospital.

Although Lan Jing still didn't want to see Shu Mingcheng, he never refused the food box in his hand.

Being fed by grandma every day, Lan Jing felt that he was getting fat.

"...I think I have to exercise." Lan Jing lifted up his clothes and touched his belly, "I can hardly see my abdominal muscles."

"It's still there, six yuan, one yuan is a lot." Cong Lang said as he touched his thin and smooth waist.

Then he hooked his fingers around the waist of his trousers.

Lan Jing was wearing a pair of fine-quality soft fabric home pants. The waist of the pants hung loosely on the hip bones. Cong Lang pulled down a little, and he could see the edge of the underwear.

Lan Jing looked up at Cong Lang, who was leaning against the head of the bed with a smile in his eyes.

"Frozen?" Lan Jing leaned in front of his eyes.

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly, kissed Lan Jing, wrapped his hands around and squeezed Lan Jing's butt.

Amidst Lan Jing's suddenly heavy breathing, he joked, "I just wanted to pull you over and tie you up. I didn't expect Lan Xiaojing to be so proactive."

"Damn..." Lan Jing stepped back and pointed at him, threatening him viciously, "Tell me, did you make a fuss? If you can't answer well, I'll kill you right here."

Cong Lang blinked, and in the next second put his hand into Lan Jing's pants.

Lan Jing gasped suddenly, put his hands on the head of the bed, and bowed slightly.

"Brother Cong," Cong Lang grabbed him and pinched him, "Brother Cong will serve you happily."

After several days of not doing it, when Cong Lang teased him casually, Lan Jing responded. Hearing what he said, Lan Jing didn't even hesitate, and called out very cheerfully.

Cong Lang smiled and moved his hands.

But not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.

"!!!" Lan Jing straightened his body in shock, and stared at Cong Lang, the door was not locked!

Cong Lang pressed his shoulder, and then patted the bed.

"?" Lan Jing didn't understand what he meant.

"Come up." Cong Lang said.

The two big men were lying on the bed in broad daylight, they were not serious at first glance, Lan Jing quit, and wanted to pull up his pants and run to the bathroom, but Cong Lang didn't let go, the outside door lock had already rang.

Lan Jing was startled, so he had to get on the bed quickly and wrap himself up. The next second, the door was opened, and the golden knife came in, "You two are here, why are you silent?"