Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 215: 160 Jiang Family people have poison in their stomach, is the Fifth Master killed after being used? (3 more updates)_2

He later wanted to settle accounts with Jiang Chengsi, but the man had already gone abroad, where the skies were high and the seas were vast, and not even a ghost of him could be caught.

These Jiang Family people, they all have poison in their bellies, don’t they?

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The surgical plan for the elder Tang had been revised several times. Although the Tang Family members didn’t understand medicine, Zhou Zhongqing still patiently explained again and again how he would make the incisions and perform the surgery, informing them of the risks involved and having them sign the consent forms.

The old man was extremely reluctant to undergo surgery, but at this point, he had no choice. However, as the operation drew near, he couldn’t help but feel afraid.

“Elder Tang, don’t be scared. Relax and try to be happy,” Zhou Zhongqing consoled him.

The old man squeezed out a bit of a smile from the corner of his mouth.

It’s not you who’s about to be sliced up like fish, so you want me to smile?

Compared to him, Tang Wan and Tang Yunxian were even more anxious because the older gentleman was up in age, and the surgical risks were definitely higher.

The night before the surgery, Tang Wan sat at the table in a daze, while the Lord Wansui leisurely climbed around on its “beach.”

Jiang Jinsang moved the cabinet with great care, not noticing her handling the carbon pen so carelessly that she didn’t even realize when she flipped it.

“Wanwan?”

“Huh?” Tang Wan suddenly snapped back to her senses, her fingers trembling as she smeared her face with the pen. She quickly put down the pen and wiped her face in a panic, “What’s up?”

“I wanted to let you know that the surgery is in the morning, and it’s going to take a while. Try to get some rest early tonight.”

“I know.”

She had barely finished speaking when Jiang Jinsang had already walked over, leaning forward with one hand on the table, bending down close to her face, and suddenly giving her a smile.

He was so close, suddenly grinning at her so brilliantly, it made Tang Wan’s heart flutter restlessly.

“What… what’s up?”

“There’s something on your face.” He spoke in a deeper tone as he bowed low.

It was seductive without intention.

“It must have gotten there by accident just now,” Tang Wan said as she raised her hand to wipe at her face, not knowing if she cleaned it off completely.

Jiang Jinsang watched her flustered manner and chuckled softly, then reached out to wipe the smudged area with his finger, grazing it a couple of times as if that wasn’t enough, and moved in closer, rubbing a few more times.

“Is there still some?” Tang Wan had the back of her chair behind her, and leaning on it meant she had no room to retreat.

He was very close, and the heat from his fingertip seemed to stab right into her heart as he touched her face.

Her heart trembled, her whole body going weak.

“There is.” His fingertip caressed her face as he held it, moving closer and lightly pecking the spot where the pen had marked her.

Soft, and burning like fire…

A startling touch that had her breath sinking, feeling a pair of hands atop her head, gently rubbing twice, “Go to sleep early.”

“Okay.”

…

When Tang Wan went to bed, her mind was a blur.

The next morning, she woke up before the alarm rang, hurried to the hospital, and quickly sent the old man into the operating room.

Elder Tang was also very nervous. Once inside the operating room, seeing all the equipment, he toughened his face as if he were about to nobly sacrifice himself.

The surgery began at 8 o’clock and was supposed to end around three in the afternoon, but no one knew what problems had arisen in the meantime. The operation continued until dark, and at one point, a doctor called for the family. Tang Wan grew tense all over.

At the time, Tang Yunxian wasn’t there, only she went over. It seemed they had removed something from the old man’s body, something bloody and indistinct, and she couldn’t tell what it was, only hearing the person say:

“The surgery went smoothly, we’ll be done soon.”

Despite these words, it was still past eight in the evening before the man was wheeled out.

As for Zhou Zhongqing and the others, they visited the ward around nine to check on the postoperative situation before returning to the office. Surprisingly, on their desk was a steaming hot meal.