After seeing him agreeing, Leng Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right. Don't act like you don't fight or rob. What should you do if you are swept out of the house in the end?"

"Su Wanjing will block the knife this time in order to save you. Since she wants to pursue you, you can seize this opportunity and at least pull a stepping stone."

When the two of them were talking, they heard footsteps and quickly shut up and said nothing.

Su Wanjing was forced to rest by the nurse, and Chen Wenhui was not idle. She went to buy some food to bring it to her, please please Lengling and said, "Madam Yan, I think you haven't eaten anything, so I brought some for you."

"Okay." Seeing this, Leng Ling was not as holding on as before.

She wanted to pave the way for Yan Feng, so she naturally wanted to win over Chen Wenhui.

In front of the operating room, although Mr. Yan was old, he was like a veteran, standing motionlessly staring at the operating room lights without even drinking water.

"Old man." Uncle Li looked at it and felt distressed.

An old man who is almost eighty years old has the anxiety and worry in his eyes. For him, what he most wants is family harmony and his son’s safety and health. What he fears most is that he sends black hair to a person who is white-haired.

He has served as a soldier and knows that Yan Xun's injuries in the car accident may die at any time.

"I can hold on." Mr. Yan's voice was hoarse and his lips were dry. He swallowed and whispered: "I have only two sons, and I still think that when I leave, they can see me off."

"What I am most proud of over the years is to teach them well. Yan Xun is a bit rigid, but he knows how to behave, especially his love for his younger brother, which makes our Yan family less intrigue and much happier than other wealthy families."

"I have always hoped that the two brothers could be safe and happy, and there was nothing else to ask for. You said that Yan Xun had never done bad things in his life, so how could such a thing happen?" Mr. Yan said heartbrokenly.

It is said that money will turn bad, but Yan Xun has been serious and scheming throughout his life, and he doesn’t know how to be romantic and romantic. He has been working steadily and working hard all his life.

I have nothing to do, so I like to go home, accompany him to have some tea, and have a chance to have two glasses of wine with Yan Lancang.

Thinking of this, Mr. Yan was a little excited, coughing constantly, his body shivered and retreated, and fell on the chair.

"Old man, don't be excited, the eldest young master will be fine." Uncle Li was also frightened.

At this time, they found that Yan Xun's assistant and lawyer had also come over at some point, standing by and waiting, everyone was silent.

Time passes minute by minute.

The lights in the operating room went out, the door was pushed open, and the dean and the nurses walked out.

"How is it?" Mr. Yan hurriedly approached and asked.

The dean took off his mask and said to him: "My grandpa, the operation process is very fierce. Although the operation is completed, whether the eldest young master can wake up depends on his luck."

"What does it mean?" Mr. Yan listened, his heart sinking.

Such words often develop in the worst direction.

"It means that if Young Master Yan did not have a fever or infection after the operation, and he would be fine if he woke up. If the wound did not recover and if he had a fever or had a fever, he might be paralyzed or even failed."

Mr. Yan listened, he was silent for a long time and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"This is what we should do." The dean said. The nurse pushed the patient out, Leng Ling and Yan Feng rushed over, but were opened by the palace city.

"Get out of here." Miyagi said coldly.

Yan Feng and Leng Ling were pulled away by him, and watched Yan Xun being pushed away and went straight to the ICU ward.
Chapter completed!