Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Sorry, brother, I just want to live too much!"

Nan Ketong said, crying, his little pitiful look was heartbreaking.

Yan Jiang stared at the little boy indifferently, his eyes deep.

After a while, Yan Jiang sneered.

Hearing laughter, Nan Ketong looked up in confusion. Staring at the ironic smile on Yan Jiang's mouth, Nan Ketong's face was hot and ashamed.

Yan Jiang said, "If you want to live, you can deceive me with your mother. Nan Ketong, at a young age, who taught you to deceive your relatives?"

Hearing Yan Jiang's question, Nan Ketong's lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't answer a word.

Obviously, he knew in his heart that it was wrong to deceive Yan Jiang.

Knowing it is wrong, but still doing it, this is selfishness!

At this time, the doctor walked in.

On the way, the doctor had heard the nurses talk about Nan Yiyi and them. After entering the ward, the doctor looked at Nan Ketong and Yan Jiang.

He asked Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, is this surgery still done?"

Yan Jiang pressed his lips tightly and did not speak.

The doctor did not urge him either.

Nan Ketong was keenly aware of the hesitation in his brother's heart. He must seize the opportunity to influence his heart before Yan Jiang had made up his mind.

Nan Ketong cried.

Yan Jiang raised his eyes and glanced at the child.

Nan Ketong cried and said, "Brother, you don't want to save me. It doesn't matter. Anyway, if you have undergone a marrow transplantation, there may be rejection. I'm not sure if I can survive. Besides, it is indeed my mother and I cheating on you. In the first place, it is normal that you are not willing to give me the bone marrow."

"It's okay for me, anyway, this disease also tortures me to death, early death and early relief."

Nan Ketong wiped his tears, raised his head, looking at Yan Jiang with red circles under his eyes, he actually pleaded for Nan Yiyi.

Nan Ketong said: "Brother, don't blame your mother, she loves you too. Over the years, my mother always mentioned you to me. She said that her brother is very smart and kind, and she knew that she loved her since she was a child."

"Mom said that the last thing she regretted in her life was that she left you and ran away alone."

"Brother, Mom left you back then and was forced to be helpless. I don't ask you to forgive Mom, I just hope that after my death, you can occasionally accompany my mom. She is too lonely."

"These days, I am very happy to stay with my brother. I used to envy those children who have brothers, and now I have brothers too."

"Brother, thank you for being with me."

After Nan Ketong finished speaking, he lowered his head to wipe his tears.

Nan Ketong's words were sincere and sincere, and people were moved to tears. The two little nurses behind the doctor had red eyes, and the doctor fell silent.

In the silence, Yan Jiang spoke. He said, "Tongtong can understand his elder brother, so he can rest assured."

Nan Ketong:!

He raised his head in astonishment, staring at Yan Jiang, who was indifferent, with a dull expression.

Yan Jiang actually refused?

"...brother."

Yan Jiang didn't take the usual path and actually refused to donate bone marrow, which made Nan Ketong who had planned to go into a bitter drama be confused on the spot.

Yan Rufeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Jiang, with some smiles flashing in his eyes.

Yan Jiang said to Nan Ketong: "You and Nan Yiyi deceive me together. Naturally, it is impossible for me to donate my bone marrow to a little liar."

Turning to look at the doctor, Yan Jiang nodded apologetically to the doctor, and said, "Sorry, doctor, I will not donate this bone marrow."

Although the doctor was surprised, he understood.

But as a doctor, the doctor still hopes to save every patient.

He looked at Nan Ketong's green cheeks, his eyes touched the unwillingness and will to survive in the eyes of the young people, the doctor still couldn't bear it.

The doctor couldn't help but do ideological work with Yan Jiang, "Mr. Yan, you see, this bone marrow donation would not do much harm to the body. After a few months of rest, the body will recover. And your bone marrow , But it can save a life."

"Not to mention, Nan Ketong is still your younger brother. Even if he is an ordinary stranger, we hope you can donate your bone marrow generously if the genetic matching is appropriate."

"Save one's life and win the seventh-level float."

Doctors are kind, and can save one, but Yan Jiang is cruel.

He said: "Sorry, I would rather donate my bone marrow to a stranger, and I don't want to donate it to a selfish bad boy."

Considering that I had prepared for such a long period of time to donate this broken bone marrow, and now I have even injected stem cell drugs, this bone marrow would not be donated if I didn't donate it, and it was a waste.

Yan Jiang suddenly said to the doctor: "I donate bone marrow as usual, but the beneficiary cannot be Nan Ketong."

Looking at Nan Ketong meaningfully, Yan Jiang said firmly: "Look again, if there are other leukemia patients with my genetic matching type, I am willing to donate my bone marrow to other patients!"

After speaking, Yan Jiang left Nan Ketong's ward.

Coming to the corridor, Yan Jiang heard the noise. He turned and looked at the end of the corridor. He saw the police pulling Nan Yiyi, who was armed with a knife, and preparing to take her away.

Yan Jiang stepped towards Nan Yiyi and walked over to them.

Yan Jiang was walking fast. He stopped in front of the police and said politely: "Comrade police, this is my mother. I have a few words to tell her. Please make it easy."

Yan Jiang used to be an entertainer, and now he is a forensic doctor. There is also an old fan of his in the policeman.

The comrade fan said, "I can only say anything here."

It is impossible for the police to allow a dangerous man to commit a crime in the hospital with a knife to leave her under his nose.

"Yes."

Yan Jiang took a step forward, his toes almost touching Nan Yiyi's.

Nan Yiyi still didn't know about Yan Jiang's refusal to donate bone marrow to Nan Ketong. Seeing Yan Jiang coming, Nan Yiyi's eyes burst into an astonishing brightness. "Jiang Jiang, mom may not send it out for a while, your brother, please give it to you!"

Yan Jiang shook his head.

Upon seeing this, Nan Yiyi was a little confused. "What's wrong?" She was a little flustered.

Yan Jiang curled the corner of his mouth slightly and said: "I will not donate my bone marrow to Nan Ketong."

Nan Yiyi was shocked, her eyes widened, and she asked Yan Jiang in surprise and anger: "Why! Yes, I deceived you, but that is your brother! Your brother is about to die, you can save him. Why don't you save it!"

Yan Jiang snorted coldly, "Why should I save him? A little devil who learned to deceive people at a young age, what should I do to save him?"

"You can save people, but I don't save idiots."

Nan Yiyi was very angrily, "Yan Jiang, you are not a human!" Because of Yan Jiang's refusal, Nan Yiyi suddenly tore his gentle face and cursed at Yan Jiang:

"You are not a thing, you can even see your own brother die, you are really vicious, heartless!"

"How could I have a son like you!"

"You are so disappointing!"

Nan Yiyi, who was obviously still holding Yan Jiang's hand this morning, and inquiring about him, suddenly seemed to be a different person.

All kinds of ugly insults came out of Nan Yiyi's mouth.

Yan Jiang waited for Nan Yiyi to finish cursing, and then he fluttered a sentence: "selfishness, heartlessness, vicious heart, these are all good qualities inherited from my mother."

Xie Yan smiled, and Yan Jiang said again, "Nan Yiyi, you ask yourself, are you really out of love if you want to save Nan Ketong?"

Nan Yiyi's pupils shrank slightly, "What do you mean?"

Yan Jiang: "You want to save him, but you use him as a tool, a tool to **** the banquet property from Xu Fangyuan's mother and daughter."

Yan Jiang leaned over and looked at Nan Yiyi's trembling pupils at close range. He grinned and said in her ear: "Nan Ketong will die, and your lady's dream will be broken, how do you feel?"

After finishing speaking, before Nan Yiyi could react, Yan Jiang straightened up, raised his head and said to the policemen: "Thank you, Tongrong, we are finished."

The police escorted Nan Yiyi and left.

When Yan Jiang turned his head, he raised his eyebrows at Yan Rufeng with the unpredictable expression behind him.

Leaning against the wall, Yan Jiang asked Yan Rufeng, "What do you want to say? You want to scold me for being heartless? Not as good as a pig and a dog? Even his brother can't be saved?"

Yan Rufeng shook his head.

"Oh, what do you want to say?"

Yan Rufeng stepped forward and held Yan Jiang's arm. He said, "I want to say, if you feel unwell, lie down and rest more. Don't stand."

Yan Jiang was stunned.

He lowered his head and looked at Yan Rufeng's pleasing appearance, and suddenly laughed. "Yan Rufeng, you make me feel more sick than Nan Yiyi."

Yan Rufeng: "Well, yes, I am a pervert after all."

Yan Jiang's vision suddenly dimmed, he opened Yan Rufeng's hand, and walked slowly back to the ward alone.

He doesn't need his father.

His parents were dead long ago, and the grass on the grave was three meters high.

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This afternoon, a patient from a neighboring city who was qualified for the Yanjiang gene was transferred to Fengcheng First People's Hospital. It was a young girl, only two years old.

She has a pair of clear black eyes and a smile on her face. When she smiles, she will show a mouthful of white teeth.

Before the operation, Yan Jiang met with the little girl, who was already able to talk. Seeing Yan Jiang, the little girl cried out cleverly: "Uncle."

Yan Jiang corrected her name, "I want to call it brother."

The little girl pointed to the beard root on Yan Jiang's chin and said, "Beard, uncle."

Yan Jiang: "..."

Yan Jiang was out of temper by the little girl, and had to acquiesce to this uncle.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Yan Jiang was pushed into the operating room. After being injected with anesthesia, he didn't know anything.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to the ward.

A slender girl stood by the window of the ward.

Yan Jiang blinked and adjusted to the glare of the afternoon sun before recognizing the person as Song Fei.

Song Fei was wearing a red leather jacket, a red and black checked shirt, and a pair of straight and slender legs wrapped in black tight trousers.

She has a lot of black hair tied into a high ponytail, no makeup on her face, but a pair of black diamond stud earrings on her ears.

Seeing Yan Jiang wake up, Song Fei put a pistol in his right hand and shot Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang laughed, "A Fei." When he opened his mouth to speak, Yan Jiang realized that his voice was hoarse.

Song Fei walked over and held Yan Jiang's hand.

"Do not talk."

Yan Jiang really stopped talking.

Yan Jiang fell asleep again and woke up the same night again. Yan Jiang smelled an attractive fragrance. He sat up slowly, and saw Song Fei sitting at the small table, eating Mala Tang!

How cruel!

Yan Jiang swallowed secretly, and asked in a low voice, "A Fei, can I go out to eat?"

Song Fei said: "Eating in the ward is for you alone. Going out to eat, you are for the whole ward. What do you think?"

Yan Jiang rubbed his belly.

"I'm so hungry too."

Song Fei put down his chopsticks, got up, and walked to Yan Jiang's bed. Song Fei directly held the back of Yan Jiang's head with one hand, bowed his head and kissed Yan Jiang's lips.

Yan Jiang's eyes widened.

After kissing for a while, Song Fei let go of Yan Jiang and asked him indifferently, "Are you still hungry?"

Staring at Song Fei's slender figure, Yan Jiang replied with a pun: "I'm more hungry." It can be said that it is too hungry.

Song Fei understood Yan Jiang's suggestion. She said: "Take a two-week break and bring back your lost bone marrow. Let's have a good meal."

Yan Jiang was very sad.

Song Fei continued to eat with spicy spicy soup, Yan Jiang rubbed his hungry stomach, and asked her, "Master Fu, how is the work going?"

Song Fei: "The results have been researched, and we are one step closer to the complete capture of the Ebola virus. I feel that it will be possible to develop an antidote within two years at the latest."

"Amazing."

"That is."

Song Fei lost the Mala Tang, and after returning to the ward, he removed a food box from the locker.

Inside the food box was porridge with meat and salt. Yan Jiang ate a large bowl.

"When can I leave the hospital?"

"tomorrow."

"That little girl, did the operation succeed?"

Song Fei nodded, "Successful, it is said that the effect is very good, it depends on whether there will be rejection reaction later."

"That's good."

Yan Jiang could not sleep for a long time, his lips opened and closed several times, then closed again.

Seeing Yan Jiang's eager expression in his eyes, Song Fei knew what he was thinking, and suddenly said: "Yan Rufeng will have a gastrectomy tomorrow, and Han Qingshen personally came to take him back this afternoon."

Hearing this, Yan Jiang was taken aback. "Surgery tomorrow?"

"Ok."

He twisted his eyebrows and vomited: "There are people who are going to have an operation, so what are they running around?"

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang with a complicated expression. "What can you say for?"

What could it be for?

It's not because I worry about Yan Jiang in my heart. If you don't look at him, you won't worry.