Chapter 696: Ji Nuan's Hand in His Palm Moved His Index Finger Slightly

Mo Jingshen received a call from the hospital, left the xi base again, and rushed back to the hospital.

Dr. Wendell said that Ji Nuan was kidnapped by the Cambodians before the dangerous period had passed. When he was brought into the car halfway, his head should have hit somewhere. The head injury caused subarachnoid hemorrhage. It wasn't fatal, but the timing of her recovery and waking up was unpredictable.

When Mo Jingshen returned to the hospital, he was still in the same clothes as when he returned to the base, black trousers and a black T-shirt. Because he knew that Ji Nuan would wake up at an unpredictable time, his whole person looked decadent and desolate. Dark taste.

Even apart from changing clothes and taking a shower, he hasn't cleaned himself up for a few days. His short black hair was a little messed up by the wind. He still had a handsome face with three-dimensional and deep facial features, but it was just cold. 's departure.

He walked back to the outside of the ICU ward and watched the scene inside through the glass.

Because Ji Nuan's body can no longer toss, so brain surgery can no longer be transferred to the operating room, but directly in the severe ICU.

Across this protective glass window, Mo Jingshen stared at Ji Nuan lying there with awe. He didn't even need anesthesia, and he didn't seem to feel anything during the operation.

The doctor is in full swing for her operation, and the sound of dripping from various medical instruments inside, as well as images of heart, pulse, breathing, blood pressure monitoring and so on.

Looking at the faint heartbeat on and off the image, Mo Jingshen's eyes were full of turbulence, stepping on the cold ground, his tall and straight figure stood straight in front of the glass.

When Ak came back, what he saw was Mo Jingshen standing there all the time, with an indifferent and cautious profile, and walked over quickly.

Ak knew that Ji Nuan's physical condition was very critical every day recently, and Mr. Mo couldn't live without him, so he respectfully told about Atutai's stay at the base behind him. It was estimated that Atutai would not live much God, after simply clarifying the disposal of the group of people related to Atutai, he left without disturbing him.

The hallway of the hospital outside the icu became silent again.

Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan's unconscious appearance, slowly raised his hand, and placed it on the glass window.

The palms gradually closed, clenched into fists, and the knuckles turned white.

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a week later--

Ji Nuan still hasn't woken up,

There was an oxygen tube "inserted" between his nose, and a needle was injected on the back of his hand. Except for the paleness on the back of his hand, which was riddled with holes, the rest was a piece of bruise left by the needle hole.

Fortunately, since this morning, Ji Nuan's wound has healed, and the internal organs injured by the bullet are also recovering well. Although he still lives in the severe ICU, two hours of visiting time are allowed here every day.

Qin Siting walked into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting beside the hospital bed, watching Ji Nuan in a deep sleep.

How long has she slept these days, and how long has Mo Jingshen been here with her? The vice president and assistant are in charge of everything inside and outside the company. Ji Nuan can't eat, and Mo Jingshen hardly eats much these days. They simply took a few bites when they were forcibly pressed on the dining table.

Qin Siting walked behind him: "Your cell phone rang outside, I glanced at it, it was from Haicheng Ji's family, it is estimated that there has been no news from Ji Nuan these days, what is Ji Hongwen looking for? she."

Mo Jingshen glanced at the time: "I'll call him back later."

Qin Siting nodded: "Ji Nuan is injured like this now, the people in Haicheng should not tell her for now, and wait until her vital signs are stabilized, otherwise so many people will definitely come all the way here. Especially the old man of your Mo family, at such an old age, the less he knows about these things, the less worried he will be."

Mo Jingshen didn't speak any more, his eyes still stayed on the face of the sleeping person on the hospital bed, motionless.

Knowing Mo Jingshen's current state, it seems that nothing has anything to do with him, except for the matter of waiting for Ji Nuan to wake up.

Qin Siting couldn't say more, he just patted him on the shoulder, then glanced at Ji Nuan again, he was in deep sleep as if he didn't even have a dream, he was motionless and his face was pale to transparent It doesn't seem like a real person.

Mo Jingshen put his hand on Ji Nuan's hand that didn't have the injection, and held her bruised hand firmly in the palm of his hand.

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Another half month passed.

Ji Nuan's ward has allowed Mo Jingshen to accompany her in it every day.

The woman's white tender and soft hand had been held by him, and the mobile phone placed beside the bed vibrated at this moment, Mo Jingshen glanced at it lightly, and raised the other hand to answer the phone.

"Mr. Mo, behind Atutai there is a foster father who was recognized in Mexico at the beginning. He is the godfather of the Black Hand Party in Mexico. More than 20 years ago, he was also in various war-torn countries around the world. Most of the people have been divided, and the remaining subordinates and wealth are not enough to support them, so they will send Atutai to find a way to use the sources of the underground arms that you want to earn those billions of unscrupulous money, Now Atutai's adoptive father has been found by us, because liver cancer was found out a few months ago, and he is lying in the hospital waiting to die. There are only a dozen people, but they have been controlled by us now, he wants to call you, do you want to answer?"

Mo Jingshen said coldly, "What else do you want to say about a dying person?"

The other party handed the phone over to Atutai's adoptive father, and then there was an old and weak voice: "Mr. Control, I had dealt with you many years ago, but you didn't find me at that time. , I didn't expect my only adopted son to fall into your hands now."

Mo Jingshen didn't say a word, just put Ji Nuan's hand in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently, gently stroking each of her fingers, as if to warm her cold hand, let her hand not keep getting colder.

"Mr. control, there is a saying in China that a man's arm is a car. I know that we are in this situation now, and we have absolutely no qualifications to negotiate any conditions with you, but I have no children under my knees, and Atutai is my only adopted son. For many years Being by my side is very loyal and filial, I am willing to give the rest of my wealth to your hands, I just ask you to let him go, now I want to know, what did you do to my adopted son?"

Mo Jingshen's dark eyes had a cold and light sneer: "You should ask, what will I do to you."

In these words, there is no way to let people go, and the meaning that they will be snatched up from top to bottom is already clear.

The person on the other side of the phone was dumbfounded for a moment, and was about to continue talking, but Mo Jingshen's eyes suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Nuan's hand in his palm, and moved his index finger slightly. The warm wind is not as deep as your love