Jing Jiaren lowered her eyelids: "I will stay with him until his condition completely recovers before leaving. He will be fine by then."

Wilson nodded: "I'll have to trouble Miss Jing more during this period."

"What did you say? This is what I should do... But you, thank you for never leaving him. He has a very bad personality." Jing Jiaren has always been confused, "Most people can't stand his temper.

How can you stand him being so furious with you all the time?"

It is also a blessing for Ximen Longting to have such loyal subordinates.

Wilson replied loyally: "I was entrusted by my former wife."

"Ximen Longting's mother?"

"Yes……"

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows. Ximen Longting never mentioned anything about his mother. Maybe she cared too little about his affairs?

While waiting, Jing Jiaren was reading a copy of "Basic Nursing Knowledge for Nurses"...

Slowly, my anxious heart calmed down.

Regardless of whether Ximen Longting's stomach cancer can be successfully cured, she will accompany him to the end.

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Ximen Longting's surgery was successful...

Of course, gastrectomy surgery is basically not life-threatening, and it mainly depends on the postoperative conditioning.

When Ximen Longting was pushed out, his eyes were open and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Jing Jiaren!"

"I'm here..." Jing Jiaren pushed aside the nurse and immediately gathered in front of the stretcher, holding his hand tightly, "Why are you awake and not under anesthesia?"

He raised his lips coldly: "It's all your fault."

"Blame me?"

"I'm afraid I'm under anesthesia and I won't wake up if I can't see you. Are you going to cry your eyes out?" He stared at her angrily.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled. Any surgery has a 1% risk of accident. There is no way to avoid it...

Because of her worries, he actually completed the operation without anesthesia.

"You are a fool! Doesn't it hurt!?"

"This little injury is nothing..." Ximen Longting curled his lower lip, "Seeing you cry is more uncomfortable than cutting off half of my stomach."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Don't cry, do you understand?" He tried his best to reach out a hand and rub the corners of her eyes.

"I understand, you just finished the operation, don't talk and have a good rest?"

She stayed with him as the stretcher was pushed back to the hospital.

Ximen Longting's face was pale. Jing Jiaren didn't want to see him in pain, so she asked the doctor to give him a pain-relieving injection.

"What's the use of a pain-relieving injection?" He held her hand, "It's better to kiss me to relieve the pain."

"Master, I've bought everything you want." Wilson interrupted inappropriately, "You pick the one you're satisfied with?"

Jing Jiaren turned around and saw the bodyguard coming in pushing a storage rack.

There are various masks placed above, all of which cover the whole face, including the mouth and chin.

"Ximen Longting, why did you buy the mask?"

Wilson coughed: "The young master is afraid that the insertion of a gastric tube will affect his image, so he wears a mask during this period."

Is this the "countermeasure" he calls?

"Jing Jiaren, pick the one you like." He lay on the bed and stared at her.

"I don't like any of these, I just like looking at your face?"

"Choose." There is no room for negotiation.

"I really don't like these cold masks." Jing Jiaren looked at the shelves, all of which were very delicate masks.
Chapter completed!