The thought of the countdown to the operation made Tianxin's soles feel cold for no reason. This was a craniotomy and she was the chief surgeon. This was no joke.

But can she withstand an operation that lasts for at least ten hours or even dozens of hours in her current state? If she is too tired, will she have a sudden miscarriage, will she bleed suddenly, and will her sudden decline in condition cause a miscarriage?

Will it not endanger Qinglang’s life?

When the two left the hospital, Sweetie didn't speak a word all the way. Her head was about to explode with random thoughts. Even when Qinglang called her several times, she didn't respond.

"Sweetheart?" Situ Qinglang quickly grabbed her with quick eyes and hands.

I saw a car driving past the sweetheart's toes, and she was about to end up in the hospital first!

Situ Qinglang held Tianxin's shoulders and looked at her worriedly: "Sweetheart, what's wrong with you? If you continue to worry like this, I won't let you perform this surgery on me! There's something wrong with your distracted state."

Tianxin sighed: "I'm sorry, I'm really too nervous Qinglang."

"Are you okay? Why don't I give you a day or two to calm down? If you are really scared, then you won't have the surgery."

The opportunity for surgery that she finally waited for was Qinglang's only hope for recovery. How could she let go at this juncture?

Tianxin took a deep breath and patted her face: "Believe me, Qinglang, I'm just really a little nervous. I will adjust myself."

"Then - well, don't force yourself." Situ Qinglang warned, "I have to go to the team. Do you want to go back to the hospital? Why don't you go out for a walk with your friends."

"Well, then I'll go to the temple and burn incense."

"Okay, then give me a call if you need anything." Situ Qinglang touched Sweetie's head and walked in the opposite direction.

In an inconspicuous black Santana on the other side of the road, He Jing was furious and watched the two people separated at the door of the hospital with cannibalistic eyes.

Situ Qinglang drove out of the hospital, but he did not drive to the army, but to a private law firm.

A few minutes later, a man who looked like a lawyer got out of his car and got into his car, and the two drove to a notary office together. After entering, Situ Qinglang submitted relevant materials and applications and got straight to the point: "I brought my lawyer to make a will.

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He handed over his suicide note and proof of all his property. The suicide note clearly stated that all his properties were left to Sweetheart, who could dispose of them as he pleased, with Sweetheart being the only beneficiary.

Situ Qinglang has a small amount of savings. He also has several properties under his name. The source of all assets is clearly traceable. He must ensure that if something happens to him, what he leaves to his sweetheart is not trouble but a legacy that allows her to live well.

After all the procedures were completed, the will with the seal of the notary office and a letter written by Qinglang to his sweetheart were locked in the safe of his personal lawyer. Situ Qinglang only hoped that these things would be used when he died.

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Situ Qinglang was busy making a will, but his sweetheart over there met Ma Weiwei, who had just returned to China. She and Weiwei had not seen each other for a long time. When it came to her personal circle, the people she had the best relationship with were Weiwei and the girl with glasses.

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"How are you preparing for the second young master's surgery?" Ma Weiwei asked eagerly as soon as the two met at the door of the coffee shop.
Chapter completed!