Chapter 717: Something in the Heart

"I have thought clearly, please let me be the breaker..."

After thinking about it all night, Zhao Jueming submitted his strategy to the headquarters.

The alienated organization wants to instigate Zhao Xiaohui by inducing.

This is a plan of the Star Beast Civilization to obtain the "base scalpel". If nothing is done and things continue to develop, something will happen sooner or later.

Therefore, Zhao Jueming made a decisive decision.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zhao Anya was a little surprised when she heard his proposal.

"I've considered it very clearly. This is my way to break the situation, and it's the only thing I can do." Zhao Jueming nodded solemnly.

When he said this, he felt tightness in his left chest and covered it with his hands, with a little pain on his face.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Anya saw something wrong with his face.

"It's okay, it's an old problem. Continue to talk about business." Zhao Jueming waved his hand.

"The headquarter has approved your application and approved your method of breaking the situation." Zhao Anya showed him the opinions of the approval.

"Since the headquarters has agreed, let's start as soon as possible." Zhao Jueming pressed his left chest hand harder.

"Okay then. The headquarters has already contacted the Affiliated Hospital of the Academy of Military Sciences, let's go there now." Zhao Anya got up and beckoned someone to help him into the car.

Zhao Jueming raised his hand, endured the angina and said, "I have one more request."

"Tell me." Zhao Anya asked.

"If my method is successful, give Xiaohui more space." Zhao Jueming said.

...

afternoon.

Zhao Xiaohui rushed to the door of the operating room of the Affiliated Hospital of the Academy of Military Sciences, with a nervous expression: "What happened to my dad? What happened to my dad?"

Zhao Anya stopped her, and replied in a serious tone: "You're undergoing surgery, you'd better be quiet. If it affects the surgery, it's hard to say what will happen."

Zhao Xiaohui looked anxious, but she didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary, so she sat on the bench, rubbing her fingers with both hands, feeling very nervous.

"What's wrong with my dad? Why did he suddenly undergo surgery?" Zhao Xiaohui's voice trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with your dad, you should know." Zhao Anya didn't answer.

"But it was fine yesterday." Zhao Xiaohui raised her eyebrows and said.

"Actually, you know the reason, so why ask me." Zhao Anya didn't directly answer her doubts.

In fact, Zhao Xiaohui could indeed guess the approximate reason, but she didn't want to admit it until she heard the answer from others.

"What kind of surgery did my dad do?" Zhao Xiaohui asked again.

"Heart stent." Zhao Anya replied.

Six hours later, the operation was over.

After another twelve hours, Zhao Jueming slowly woke up from the effects of anesthesia.

Zhao Xiaohui was lying beside the bed, already asleep.

Soldiers from the Awakened Army guarded the ward outside.

After Zhao Jueming woke up, he saw his daughter lying beside the bed,

He reached out and stroked the soft hair on her forehead, her face was full of love and distress.

Zhao Xiaohui woke up and saw that her father was already awake. She quickly stood up, ran out of the ward and shouted, "My dad is awake, my dad is awake, where is the doctor? Call the doctor quickly."

The doctor didn't come, it was Zhao Anya who came.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Anya stood in front of the hospital bed, observing Zhao Jueming's complexion.

Zhao Jueming had just had a major operation, and now he is very weak. He only has the strength to speak, and his voice was as if he was breathing: "I'm fine."

Zhao Anya looked at the document in her hand, and said, "You said it? Or I said it?"

"Let me speak. Xiaohui, sit down." Zhao Jueming's tone suddenly became serious.

Zhao Xiaohui frowned and sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed, obviously feeling that something was about to happen, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

She is very guilty now, and she dare not provoke her father anymore.

Zhao Jueming said slowly, "Xiaohui, I just had an operation, a heart stent."

"Well, I know. It will get better in the future." Zhao Xiaohui nodded quickly.

"You know this, but there is one thing you don't know. In addition to the stent, there is another thing in my heart." Zhao Jueming changed the subject and suddenly talked about another key.

"Another thing?" Zhao Xiaohui frowned, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

"Yes, another thing." Zhao Jueming's tone was very solemn.

"What is it?" Zhao Xiaohui hurriedly asked.

"A miniature bomb." Zhao Jueming's voice suddenly became cold and severe. Even though his voice was very weak, it still revealed a sense of determination.

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes widened, and she jumped up from her chair in shock.

She was stunned for three seconds, then turned her head to stare at Zhao Anya, and said angrily, "You..."

Zhao Anya held up the document in front of her, shook it, and said, "This is an application made by your father himself. It's useless for you to stare at me."

Zhao Xiaohui's eyes were a little moist, she looked at her father, her voice was a little hoarse: "Why?"

Zhao Jueming said decisively: "I've thought it through very clearly, I don't want to see my daughter stand against human beings one day.

"If there is such a day, I hope to die before then, at least in my memory Xiaohui is still beautiful.

"The application was made by me, and a miniature bomb was put in when the heart stent was being made.

"There is only one trigger point, which is your betrayal.

"As long as this is the case, I will never see your betrayal. If you still insist on what you think, then I can also close my eyes."

He said this, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled.

Zhao Xiaohui clenched her fists, struggling inwardly.

She was both remorseful, angry, guilty, and annoyed.

She didn't dare to break out. The quarrel yesterday was not considered intense. It made her father fall ill. Now that she just had the operation, if she quarreled again, she didn't dare to think about it.

She turned her head, looked at Zhao Anya, held back the tears in her eyes and asked, "Can you take it out? Can you take it out?"

"I applied for the bomb to be put in, and I will not agree to take it out. As long as you are well, the bomb will never work." Zhao Jueming immediately refused.

Zhao Xiaohui sat back in the chair, covered her face with her hands, and began to cry.

Zhao Jueming wanted to reach out to touch his daughter, but his hand lacked strength, so he raised it and then dropped it back.

"Don't cry, Dad is fine now, as long as you are fine, you will be fine in the future." Zhao Jueming said in relief.

Zhao Xiaohui not only did not stop crying, but cried even louder, lying on the hospital bed, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay...it's okay..." Zhao Jueming raised his hand with all his strength, and gently stroked the top of his daughter's head, showing a little gentleness on his face.

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