Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter91 (first change on September 25)

Late at night, Yinchuan, hospital.

Jing Ming leaned on the wall of the corridor, her head down, her eyes lost, she didn't know where she was looking.

He Wangwanziang and others are anxiously waiting.

The emergency room door was suddenly opened.

Jing Ming looked up instantly, his eyes focused, and he strode over.

The doctor asked, "Who is the patient's family?"

"I am." Jing Ming asked, "Doctor, how is she?"

"A major bleeding in the stomach is very dangerous and requires immediate surgery."

Jing Ming froze, her head turned to the side, as if she didn't understand: "Why was she pushed by someone ..."

"She doesn't know she has a severe history of stomach problems? Then there is a huge external impact," the doctor suspected. "What is your family?"

Jingming: "Husband."

"Sign the consent form."

Jing Ming took the consent form and signed it at a glance, but saw a line saying, "The patient and the patient's family volunteered to take the risk of surgery."

He shook his hand and raised his head: "Is the operation at risk?"

Doctor: "There is a risk in any surgery in the world, not 100%."

Jingming blushed and said, "You guys are doctors. This situation is not uncommon. How can there be risks?"

Zhu Tao advised: "Jing Ming, it is a process to have to sign the consent form for surgery. You can rest assured that nothing will happen."

Jing Ming's eyes were red: "What if something happens? Who do I ask for someone?"

Zhu Tao stunned.

Jing Ming wiped his face hard, settled down with strong cooling, took a breath, and closed his jaw, but quickly signed the word "Jing Ming" in the lower right corner.

The checked fonts are trembling.

The doctor and nurse quickly withdrew his consent form and entered the operating room.

The door slammed shut.

Jing Ming stood in place. There was no movement in the whole person, but his hands were clenched into fists, shaking.

After a long time, he walked back to the wall and squatted, burying his head in his arms.

After more than three hours, the operation was completed.

The nurse came out and notified, "The operation was successful, and the family members can rest assured."

People were pushed out, Jing Ming got up and strode past.

Du Ruo's face was as pale as paper, her lips were white, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was as quiet as dead.

Just glancing at her, he burst into tears.

"It's okay." He shook her cold little hand, shaking and panting, "It's okay."

...

Jing Ming came out of the doctor's office.

He Wang asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Jing Ming: "I explained some precautions after surgery."

Wan Ziang and they were all relieved: "We'll be relieved if it's okay."

Jingming was a little tired, and said, "It's too late, you all go back. Take a good rest and prepare for the next game."

Everyone knew what he meant by listening to him. But it's not surprising, how could Jing Ming leave Du Ruo alone in Yinchuan.

No one persuaded, and didn't say much, just said: "Relax, after four days, we will take Wei back to Beijing."

Jing Ming nodded: "It's up to you."

He shook hands with his brothers in turn.

In the corridor of the hospital, they hurriedly separated.

Beijing goodbye.

Jing Ming watched eight of them leave and return to the ward.

Quiet in the ward late at night.

Du Ruo fell asleep, dripping on his right hand. I'll hang up a dozen bottles of potion tonight.

Jing Ming went to her bed and sat down, looking at her pale and bloodless face. He frowned fiercely, covering his eyes with his hands, and burst into tears.

The phone in his pocket shook, and he quickly wiped his eyes and got out of the ward.

Called to the stairs indirectly: "Hello?"

Chen Xian reported to him: "Boss, everything is done. We exposed everything Peng Cheng did, and Sister Yang Yan also made a public complaint to the organizing committee in the name of Chunhe Technology."

Guo Hong went to the garage smoothly and approached the car. The caretaker was just absent, and the garage monitoring just happened. This matter is not as simple as the organizer's failure.

Peng Cheng must have bought some internal officials, and even the previous cheating could not get rid of the relationship. It is most likely that it was a combination of inside and outside.

Jing Ming: "What's the situation?"

"Sister Yang Yan also secretly sought out many media from various platforms to disclose this."

Jing Ming was silent.

The day before, Peng Cheng cheated. He did not use any public opinion to help, nor did he fall into ruin.

But this time, how fiercely come.

"You tell Yang Yan, I want them to go to jail."

"Yes."

Jing Ming returned to the ward.

Du Ruo is still asleep.

He walked lightly, stayed beside the bed, held her cold little hand, and lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.

He didn't sleep all night, guarded the drip, and called the nurse to change the medicine at some point.

Until daybreak, at five in the morning, Du Ruo's hands suddenly twitched, and people seemed to fall into a nightmare.

Jing Ming thought she was going to wake up and called: "Chuner."

A line of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. She opened her eyes half a hand, and grasped him tightly, sobbing: "The car ... the reporter ... will hurt you ... Jingming, be careful ... they will hurt you."

She gasped a few moments, then closed her eyes again, leaving only wet tears on her temples.

Jing Ming took a deep breath and held back, his thumb gently wiped away the tear marks.

...

When Du Ruo woke up, he didn't know the time.

The sun's rays of spring came in from outside the curtains, gentle and warm.

The ward was quiet.

There was a burst of pain in the wounds on the abdomen, and there were still drips on the back of his right hand. She frowned uncomfortably.

Turning around, there was a small accompanying bed next to him, and the quilt was lifted, not yet folded.

She knew Jing Ming must have slept.

So small a bed, he probably couldn't put it inside.

Staring at the crib, the ward door opened.

Jing Ming came in with a bottle of boiling water in his arms and said, "Wake up?"

"There are reporters," she said dumbly. "Jingming. There are reporters in the garage."

Jing Ming was a stunner again, and the first thing she didn't want her to wake up was him.

"I'm fine." He calmed, "Chuner, there are cameras and recorders in the car, did you forget?"

For a short while, she said, "Just in a hurry, forget."

She said, her eyes bent slightly, and then she was clearly relaxed.

He touched her forehead, speechless.

He didn't tell her anything else.

Pengcheng bought internal officials, cheated, and framed the national team. This has fermented into a major social event.

A thorough investigation was ordered.

Once verified, both Ruifeng and Pengcheng will face prison.

That's ironic.

Dong Cheng and Guo Hong have no intention of research and development. Regardless of technology, their car configuration is not up to standard. They are so stupid that they don't know that most of the participating vehicles have camera records for the team to extract data for future research and improvement. Stealing chicken without eclipse and sending rice to your door is a great joke.

Du Ruo asked, "What happened to me?"

"Stomach bleeding. I'll call the doctor first." He rang the bell.

The doctor soon came to check, told her to take a good rest, and then told her: "You can't eat for now. After venting, you can eat light porridge. You can't eat too much. Pay attention to maintaining a good mood and rest."

Du Ruo was absent-minded and didn't listen.

Jing Ming was very serious and asked, "It can only be white rice porridge, or can I add some vegetables and meat."

"Appropriately, add nutrition."

As soon as the doctor left, Du Ruo asked weakly, "What time is it?"

"One in the afternoon." He glanced at her, looking alert, "What?"

"Where did they go? I want to watch the game." She looked grim, but her eyes flashed.

Jing Ming frowned: "Did you not hear what the doctor said? Get more rest."

"It doesn't matter to look at the game." She protested softly. "I'm in pain, I need to be distracted."

He paused and asked slowly: "Where does it hurt?"

"Tummy." She was in pain.

Jing Ming lifted her quilt and glanced, reached into her hand, and gently rubbed her belly.

She opened her eyes narrowly, alas, really relieved a lot.

Jing Ming explained: "What's going on in the future, don't be stubborn. Have you heard?"

I didn't want her to stumble on: "But I don't allow anyone to touch our car. No one is allowed."

Jing Ming's tone aggravated: "It's not worth you ..."

"Whoever wants to hurt you, I will fight desperately with him."

Jing Ming had a stalk in his throat and was silent.

The needle fell in the ward for a while, and only the spring breeze touched the curtains in the sun.

"You said me," she whispered, "you are so impulsive."

"I just ..." He didn't say anything in half.

But I'm afraid I won't protect you.

What she thought of, she asked, "Where is Guo Hong?"

Jing Ming said coldly: "Dead."

"..."

He frowned, seemingly impatient to mention the person's name: "Brought by the police."

Thanks to the second time she held him, otherwise, Guo Hong would be disused. He cannot sit here without incident.

"Oh." Du Ruo mumbled, after a while, whispered, "Jingming ..."

"Ok?"

"I want to watch the game ..."

Jing Ming's hand was still rubbing slowly on her stomach, eyes moved over: "I'm not feeling well?"

"..."

Du Ruo slammed his head and turned his head silently.

After a few seconds, the voice of the commentator was heard: "Today's sixth stage of the fourth group of games is Japanese ..."

Du Ruo turned back, Jing Ming held a mobile phone in front of her with one hand.

She was afraid he was tired, so she had to take it herself. He shook his hand, avoiding her, impatiently: "Can't you see?"

"..."

She took his place.

After watching a set of games, it is a long non-special stage.

The convoy has entered Qinghai.

Cows and sheep run on the plateau, spring flowers are everywhere. The blue sky meadows and the mountains stretch as if watching the scenery.

Du Ruo looked for a while, then his eyes were heavy and he fell asleep.

After the operation, the person was still very weak.

Jing Ming heard her breathing slowly and evenly before taking the phone, and her other hand was taken out of the quilt.

He took a close look at her sleeping face for a while, looked at it, was sleepy, and fell asleep beside the bed.

Jing Ming stayed in the ward for the next two days. Feed her drink porridge, hug her to the toilet, and chat with her. However, she was still weak, often talking to him, and fell asleep halfway.

On the third night after the operation, the night of the fifth match day, Du Ruo suddenly told Jing Ming, "I want to return to Beijing tomorrow."

Jing Ming refused to look up, "No."

Du Ruo slightly panted: "Tomorrow is the last day, the end of the game."

Jingming: "So?"

"If Weiyi wins, we will win the championship."

Jingming said: "If you will eventually get it, it will be the same whether you go to the scene or not."

"Not the same," Du Ruo said.

Jing Ming looked into her eyes: "What's different?"

Du Ruo looked at him: "I want to watch you stand on the podium and watch you take the first place in the world. Flowers, applause, awards, status, reputation, history ... everything, Jingming, everything that originally belonged to you , I want to see them with my own eyes and come back to you. "

She smiled happily, looking very happy,

"I have waited for this day for a long time. You know, I care about the ritual. And I have to testify and accompany Wei Yi on his final journey. I am sorry that I have not been able to accompany him all these days. I know, It is regrettable that you did not go with him. "

She said, "Jingming, I insist."

Jing Ming looked at her for a long time and nodded.

On the morning of the sixth game day, Jing Ming took Du Ruo back to Beijing.

She leaned in his arms all the way, her face soft and peaceful, her eyes closed.

Arrive in Beijing in the afternoon and transfer to the end of the schedule at the foot of Badaling.

They sat in the VIP area and, with all the fans, waited for the team to triumph.

After a long journey of six days and six nights, nineteen convoys are about to return to the starting point.

The last stage was on a wasteland 20 kilometers from Badaling.

After nearly six days of competition, each stage accumulated time. Prime currently takes the shortest time and ranks first.

The second-ranked AD team was close behind, with a difference of 28 seconds.

If there is no accident, prime will win the championship.

But before the last minute of the game, no one was sure.

The previous game day, the French team accidentally rolled over and fell directly from the top three to the thirteenth.

The closer you are to victory, the greater your expectations.

The final game received unprecedented attention. The ratings of broadcast TV channels reached the highest in the past decade. The webcast room is also crowded with netizens watching the game. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely hot, and everyone's attention was focused on the broadcast screen.

In order to keep the suspense, the organizers left the top four teams in the last group.

After the first three groups of races, we finally ushered in the last of these six days and six nights marathon.

Du Ruo saw the four cars parked at the start of the stage on the big screen. Their primeno.3 is like a young man wading through the mountains and waiting to return home, quiet and restrained.

She had never been more nervous than this moment, and clenched Jing Ming's hand.

Just hearing the order, four cars rushed away, pulling four colored lines across the spring wasteland.

The four cars followed closely and kept pace.

The eyes of Jing Ming and Du Ruo always locked the blue one.

They clasped each other's hands and watched him gallop freely across the vast world, all the way, as if approaching them from six years ago, seven years ago, and a farther past.

He brought the memories of those young people, with their smiles and tears, glory and frustration, with their pain and pain, their joy and joy, storms and storms, flying all the way.

He is free, he is flying, he is wanton, he is ideal, he is always firm and never yields; he is sober and pure, and always goes forward.

He was like a blue dreamy teenager, crossing the finish line with everyone's dreams.

For a moment, the audience jumped up, screaming, shouting, cheering, and resounding through the sky.

And Du Ruo burst into tears.

Jing Ming's chest was undulating. Without saying a word, she put her in her arms and kissed her head firmly.

Nineteen cars, such as primeno.3, returned to the foot of the Great Wall in the welcome and ranting of the fans after more than ten minutes.

Off-road vehicles of each team also arrived one after another.

Jing Ming and Du Ruo greeted in the past. The door opened. He Wang jumped out of the car with a big smile and jumped into Jing Ming's arms. He gave him a huge hug on the spot:

"I'm back!"

Wan Ziang, Zhu Tao, Tu Zhiyuan all jumped down and hugged.

came back.

After seven years, they finally returned!

The so-called top of the world is just the place they have been to; it is the place where they seek all the way and want to go back again.

Now, they reached the summit again, inserting the banner that said "prime".

At the award ceremony, Jing Ming took over the trophy presented by Mr. Prake, the vice chairman of the International Unmanned Race Organizing Committee. At that moment, the salute burst open, thunderous applause, and the flash light almost opened his eyes.

The host invited him to give a speech.

Jing Ming bowed his head slightly, leaned closer to the microphone, and said politely, "Here I am today, tell everyone who is the boss."

The audience burst into laughter.

Reporters, contestants, and audience laughed and shouted, "You !!!"

The teammates around, He Wangwanziang all called, "You!"

Du Ruo looked up at him, watching the colorful paper fall.

Jing Ming's side face was as real as in the sun.

Jing Ming at this moment, confident, proud, with the inherent arrogance and flying, just like the boy in the original.

That's great, he's back.

The young man at the time, in her eyes, the best person in the world, completely returned.

While she was still staring, he seemed to sense her gaze and turned back.

The four eyes are opposite, and the colored paper is flying.

Under the stage, cheers burst out, and the bright lights flashed.

He smiled at her, his eyes deep, as if there were stars in his eyes. He grabbed her by the waist and took her to his side, bowing his head and dropping a deep kiss on her lips.

The screams from the stage pierced the eardrum.

At that moment, her dream came true.