Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

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Ai Changhuan immediately said: "I can."

"Yes?" Mrs. Lu sneered again, "If you can, why haven't I heard you call Lu Zhanke husband from the beginning to now? Instead, you have always called him by his first name, or both."

"I..." Ai Changhuan lowered his head in shame, "I am not sensible, I..."

At first, she and Lu Zhanke were strangers, and they couldn't call each other husband or wife. Later, the relationship between the two gradually became harmonious, and they got used to calling each other by their first names. They didn't think about changing it, but now they were called Mrs. Lu. Pointing it out, I was a little speechless.

"Ignorant? How old are you to be so ignorant?" Mrs. Lu said unceremoniously.

Ai Changhuan was so embarrassed and ashamed that he could no longer raise his head. He was staring at the ground, unable to say a word.

Seeing Ai Changhuan looking like she was about to cry, Mrs. Lu also realized that she might have been exaggerating. She took a deep breath to suppress her anger and said calmly: "Okay, I will teach you this later." , take good care of Zhan Ke, and don’t go to your grandpa’s house, just stay at the Lu family.”

"Yes." Ai Changhuan nodded heavily, and then asked hesitantly, "Then can I go see my grandpa?"

Mrs. Lu looked at Ai Changhuan in surprise, wondering whether she asked this accidentally or if she said it to her on purpose.

When she said she was going to see Mr. Ai, was she implying that she should not go too far or else she would file a complaint?

But the look in her eyes didn't seem to give her much thought.

Mrs. Lu thought for a long time and finally responded calmly: "Yes."

Ai Changhuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the door of the operating room. The three words "Operation" were still brightly illuminated. Her heart was also hanging, hoping that Lu Zhanke's hand could be cured.

Lu Zhanqing looked at his phone. There were several missed calls, but there was no one he was waiting for. He felt a little irritated for no reason. He said to Mrs. Lu, "Mom, I have something to do at my company, so I want to go back first."

Mrs. Lu glared at him: "What can be more important than your brother? If something unexpected happens later, will you let me make the decision or let her make the decision? Just wait and be patient."

In fact, what she was thinking was that if Lu Zhanqing left and only she and Ai Changhuan were left here, it would be embarrassing.

Lu Zhanqing had no choice but to stay. The three of them sat side by side on the hospital bench and waited for the operation to end.

Hearing that Lu Zhanqing was leaving, Ai Changhuan also felt a little strange, because judging from the last situation, Lu Zhanqing was simply a maniac about protecting his younger brother. Now that Lu Zhanke is still undergoing surgery, he wants to leave. It is indeed a bit puzzling.

The few of them looked at each other in silence, and because of their anxious mood, the time became extremely long.

Ai Changhuan was already injured. She had just had her stomach washed and took a plane to escort Lu Zhanke to the hospital. After waiting for so long, she was already exhausted. She wanted to lean on the chair to rest, but looking at Mrs. Lu who was sitting upright, she could only Being able to straighten his back quietly, I felt more and more that Lu Zhanke was a good person. He didn't care about what she did at home before, and he didn't stipulate that she had to fold the quilt into tofu cubes or anything like that. He also pampered her and followed her, and everything was done in the same way. She comes first.

Now that I am someone else's daughter-in-law, I can only put myself last.

But she was so tired, so tired. She really wanted to lean on her, so she secretly leaned on her.

Ai Changhuan relaxed and quietly leaned on the back of the chair to let his waist rest. Just as he was about to exhale, he suddenly heard a slightly mocking sneer.

She was so frightened that she immediately straightened her back, then raised her eyes and met Lu Zhanqing's sneer eyes. She felt a little blushing for no reason and did not dare to move again.

Lu Zhanqing raised his eyebrows, then folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, which felt very comfortable.

"..." Ai Changhuan was a little speechless.

The operation lasted for several hours. By the time Lu Zhanke was pushed out, half of Ai Changhuan's body was already stiff.

Seeing Lu Zhanke being pushed out, Ai Changhuan rushed forward.

Lu Zhanke's face was paler than before entering the operating room. His shoulders were wrapped in thick gauze, so it was difficult to tell what the situation was.

"Lu Zhanke..." Ai Changhuan's heart clenched and she called out softly.

Mrs. Lu and Lu Zhanqing surrounded the surgeon and asked about the details of the operation.

The doctor said that the operation was very successful and the suturing was very complete. The next step depends on the care. If the care is thoughtful and the reconstruction method is specially formulated, it can be restored to the previous condition in less than half a year.

Hearing this, Mrs. Lu finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked some more details that needed attention. In a blink of an eye, she saw Ai Changhuan following the operating cart, her eyes darkened, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The doctor said that although the operation was successful, tonight is a critical period. If Lu Zhanke does not have a fever, then the next treatment plan can be carried out. If the wound is infected and inflamed, the situation will be more dangerous. Now Lu Zhanke has to go to the intensive care unit for observation. one night.

Lu Zhanke was pushed into the ICU. Ai Changhuan couldn't get in and could only lie on the glass window and watch helplessly.

At this time, the doctor and Mrs. Lu came over together, and Ai Changhuan asked about Lu Zhanke's situation again.

Ai Changhuan was very worried after hearing the doctor's words: "Then when will he wake up?"

She wished Lu Zhanke could look at her.

The doctor said it would take at least a day until the anesthesia wore off, that is, after he was released from the intensive care unit, before he could wake up.

Ai Changhuan felt that his originally not very strong heart had become more fragile.

Lu Zhanke has always been so strong and powerful, and looking so helpless is not what he should look like.

She turned her head, wanting to find someone to talk to about her feelings, but what she saw was Mrs. Lu's frown. It turned out that she was as worried about Lu Zhanke as she was.

After pondering for a while, Ai Changhuan boldly held Mrs. Lu's hand and whispered: "Lu Zhanke...he will be fine. We have to believe in him."

Mrs. Lu looked at the hand holding hers, then at Ai Changhuan's face, and said less optimistically: "What if... what if he... what are you going to do?"

She thought much more than Ai Changhuan, and she also wanted to know what Ai Changhuan was thinking.

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Ai Changhuan knew what Mrs. Lu wanted to ask, because she had thought about this question more than once, what if Lu Zhanke's hand really couldn't be restored.

The only answer she could think of was that she would be sad and sad.

It's just that this sadness and sadness are not for himself, but for Lu Zhanke. If his hand is injured, he can no longer do what he likes to do. In that case, he will not be happy.

Ai Changhuan blinked and forced back the tears that surged into her eyes. She pulled her lips and said, "No matter whether his hand can recover or not, his position in my heart will never change. "

Mrs. Lu turned her head and looked at Lu Zhanke who was lying on the bed: "Don't say it so nicely. If you really dislike him, you might as well leave now."

"I won't leave, even if he drives me away." This sentence was meant for Mrs. Lu, but also for myself.

This night was extremely long, and Ai Changhuan's body couldn't bear it at all, but he stubbornly stayed with Lu Zhanke.

Mrs. Lu was too old to stay up late, so she was sent back.

Ai Changhuan and Lu Zhanqing were the only two people left guarding the hospital, looking at each other in silence and feeling rather bored.

Lu Zhanqing took off his coat and covered it with Ai Changhuan: "You should squint for a while. I will call you if Zhan Ke wakes up."

"Well, okay." Ai Changhuan couldn't hold it any longer, tilted his head, leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

In her dream, she recalled that when she was injured last time, Lu Zhanke took care of her sleeplessly for so long. The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was him. Now she is waiting for Lu Zhanke to wake up with the same mood. She hopes The first thing he saw when he woke up was her.

It's just that she is very worried and scared. Did Lu Zhanke feel the same way when he was guarding her?

No wonder he asked her at that time if she had ever considered other people's feelings. Now that she thought about it, she was indeed too willful and ignorant, always hurting others, and always making Lu Zhan Keti worried about her.

Now she understands and knows that she should grow up and stop letting Lu Zhanke worry about her. She should also take good care of Lu Zhanke and let his body recover quickly.

She thought too much before going to bed, so she kept dreaming after she fell asleep. The deeper she slept, the deeper she dreamed. She also remembered what happened when she was captured and imprisoned.

She had been worried about Lu Zhanke's health before, and she didn't have time to think too much. Now she was half asleep and half awake, and the horrific events she had just experienced came flooding back.

She was struggling in nightmares, the endless abuse and beatings, the wounds on her neck, the warm blood dripping down, it was so scary.

She was so scared, really scared, but she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound, because Lu Zhanke couldn't come, absolutely couldn't come.

No matter how painful it is, I endure it.

It was so cold. When the unknown liquid was injected into her blood vessels, her whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move. A demonic voice kept saying in her ear, asking her to write a letter, no no. No, those are not her true words.

In the dream, she clutched her hands tightly, not to write, not to write.

She regretted, she blamed herself, she was sad. Everyone was blaming her, even herself. But no one told her that in fact, it was none of her business. Even without her, Lu Zhanke would still kill those criminals. Catch them all.

No one told her, so she could only continue to punish herself.

She later dreamed that Lu Zhanke woke up, but he could no longer lift his hands because he had no strength at all. He said that he had become a useless person and could not even do such a simple action as hugging her with both hands. She Holding him and crying, because the feeling was so terrible, she seemed to be able to clearly feel Lu Zhanke's sadness and despair. She was crying for him.

"Lu Zhanke, don't..." Don't come!

"Don't...can't..."

"Lu Zhanke..."

Don't give up, don't be sad, don't despair, she will always be by his side and protect him.

"Wake up." Someone next to her kept pushing her, and Ai Changhuan suddenly woke up from the nightmare, covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily, looking like she was in shock.

She opened her eyes in confusion, turned her head, faced a particularly eye-catching face, opened her mouth, and murmured: "Lu Zhanke..."

The man frowned: "I'm not Zhan Ke, I'm Zhan Qing."