Chu Ying opened her bag, which was full of food. She guessed that everyone must not have eaten, so she simply brought out a large bag of food that could fill their stomachs.

"Let's all eat something first. If we keep waiting like this, we don't know when your sister-in-law will wake up!"

No one reacted.

“We’re all worried about our sister-in-law, but we can’t let ourselves go hungry. What we need to do now is wait for her to get through this difficult time, so let’s all eat something!”

Chu Ying couldn't bear to see this kind of scene, and tears streamed down her face.

“Yes, Dad, Uncle Lan, Ayu, let’s eat something first!” Gu Yizhi also chimed in.

It's okay for them to go hungry for a meal or two, but Gu Chong and Lan Rongchang can't. They're not in their twenties or thirties anymore; they can't go on like this.

After being persuaded by them, the group ate something.

Chu Ying took the food to Qi Yu, but he didn't react at all, as if he wouldn't eat, drink, or move unless the operating room door was opened.

Gu Yizhi had no idea whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that his friend had fallen in love with his two younger sisters one after the other.

Why!

Just as he was thinking of pulling Qi Yu over to have something to eat, the operating room door finally opened.

The doctor who came out first was covered in sweat and looked exhausted, but when he saw them, he gave them an angelic smile: "The surgery was a success!"

As a doctor, these are the five words I most want to say after each surgery. And as a patient's family member, these are also the five words I most want to hear during the difficult waiting period for surgery.

"The patient is out of danger, but whether he or she will wake up depends on the patient."

Once they are out of danger, they have returned from the brink of death, and their waking up can be addressed with continued treatment and intervention.

Upon hearing the news, the group instantly perked up.

The statue at the entrance also melted at the doctor's voice, finally responding.

"Thank you, thank you, doctor, thank you!"

Lan Qingyue was sent to the intensive care unit.

"Your family members can go in and take a look, but only one person can go in at a time."

"Okay, okay." Everyone's nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

After a whole night of fussing, it was almost dawn, and everyone took a nap.

The next morning, Qi Yu's phone was ringing off the hook with missed calls from home.

This time, he walked to the end of the corridor and answered the phone.

"Ah Yu, are you alright? Ah Yu!"

It was Qi's mother.

Qi's mother only learned about the car accident from a conversation among some wealthy women. At first, she didn't suspect it, but Qi Yu didn't answer her calls, so she had to call A Xi and that's when she found out.

Qi's mother didn't sleep well all night.

"Mom, I'm fine!"

Qi Yu didn't eat or drink all night, and his voice became so hoarse it no longer sounded like his own.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, but overnight, stubble had grown under his mouth, a far cry from his usual dashing self.

"Son, Mom knows, Mom knows everything. How is she? Has she woken up?" Mother Qi asked, somewhat agitated.

She once didn't think highly of Lan Qingyue because she felt that it was difficult for people in that circle to remain untainted. No matter how glamorous a person's appearance is, it's nothing more than a mask of pretense.

Later, she came to understand that the Chu family elders had accepted Lan Qingyue and had accepted her for three years.

What does this tell us?

"The surgery was successful. As long as she gets through the critical period, she'll be fine." Qi Yu's voice went from hoarse to a little choked up. "Mom, I'll stop talking now."