Unknowingly, Tianxin has been back for a month. Due to her special relationship with Qinglang, she was temporarily transferred to the 301st Military Hospital in Beiting and could no longer be Qinglang's little follower.

Situ Qinglang was also angry and helpless about this. Although he had just made great achievements, he was still the proud man who had lost his former glory. Now that Meng Feng was gaining momentum, no one had any extra thoughts to pay attention to him.

Instead, they all hugged Meng Feng's thigh.

All hopes are pinned on his eyes being restored and his vision restored. This is true for his career, and even more so for his marriage to his sweetheart.

The two were still living together, and at first he could sleep in separate rooms, but he couldn't help missing his sweetheart too much, so rumors spread. Everyone said that he was having sex with men. After all, he and his sweetheart were divorced.

How unbecoming is it to sleep with my ex-wife in my arms now?

When a person falls from a height, everyone wants to step on them. Situ Qinglang breaks the pot and falls, and ignores those rumors.

Tianxin will not pay attention to it. She only has Qinglang in her eyes, and being able to return to Qinglang is more important to her than anything else.

A month and a half later, Tianxin invited her overseas mentor, Dr. Michelle, a brain surgeon. At the same time, Qinglang also invited famous domestic brain and ophthalmology experts. They formed a team of experts to analyze Situ Qinglang’s cranial cavity.

The situation was fully inspected.

Due to Qinglang's military background, Dr. Michel had a lot of trouble entering the country. He was almost stopped and taken away for inspection. However, Sweetheart asked Yu Chirong to help escort him, and he was able to avoid various political disputes.

People who have never experienced the depth of the water and the subtlety of the atmosphere may not understand it at all.

It will take a week for the test results to be confirmed. This week, Sweetheart is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. This is the only thing she can't help Qinglang. She is afraid that Qinglang's intracranial congestion has become so severe that surgery is not possible and she can only resign herself to fate.

, so she had trouble sleeping and eating.

One morning, Tianxin was applying skin care products in front of the mirror when she suddenly let out an "ouch" and looked at Qinglang with aggrieved eyes: "Look, I have gray hair."

Three white hairs grew out of sweetheart's bangs in an inconspicuous place. Situ Qinglang was heartbroken and scolded: "I have made you worry so much all day long. I told you whether my eyes are good or not. This is the case. How can I still do it?"

Could it be worse?”

Although he said this, Tianxin knew that Qinglang was also extremely nervous. After all, it was related to his life and the hope of seeing the light of day again. No matter how relaxed he said it, Tianxin could see the nervousness in his heart.

"I just want to show you the gray hair. Who said I worry about your affairs blindly? Besides, I should worry about it. After all, I introduced the instructor. If he doesn't like you, wouldn't it be a loss to me?

Reputation!" Sweetheart said plausibly.

Situ Qinglang hugged Sweetheart tightly from behind and stared into her eyes in the mirror. He didn't know how long he could keep looking at her like this. He just hoped that God would let him see Sweetheart more often and not be so cruel to them.

But Sweetheart suddenly looked at the sink with a strange expression, retched twice, and pulled his arm away desperately: "You...you strangled me."

"Sweetheart? I didn't use any strength." Situ Qinglang was puzzled, how could he be willing to strangle Sweetheart until she vomited?
Chapter completed!