"good."

After finishing her speech and packing her things, Yingyue finally came out of the operating room.

Her hair was damp with sweat and clung to her somewhat pale face.

His eyes, which were always bright and alert, also showed a rare hint of fatigue.

Actually, she didn't do anything particularly physically demanding.

However, because of the high level of mental concentration, the body becomes extremely tired when you relax.

Not only her, but also Zhao Zhiyuan, who underwent surgery, was in the same situation.

Xu Fangfang and Kong Xiu were alright. Although they were also in the operating room, they were only nurses and didn't have Yingyue, the chief surgeon, so they were under a lot of psychological pressure.

Therefore, the two of them were able to easily push Yu Rui to the ward.

Several leaders from the textile factory had been waiting outside. When they saw Yingyue and the others come out, they immediately went up to ask how Yu Rui was doing.

Factory Director He's face was full of worry.

There was also an urgency in his eyes.

Yingyue wiped away her sweat.

"The surgery went smoothly, and he will wake up once the anesthesia wears off."

These words were like a shot in the arm for the cotton mill leaders who had been on edge.

"That's great, that's great."

"Thank you, Dr. Cheng; thank you, Dr. Zhao; thank you all, thank you."

Factory Director He held Yingyue's hand and thanked her repeatedly.

Yingyue forced a smile. Zhao Zhiyuan said, "You guys go wait in the ward first. I'll need your help later."

"Okay, okay, we'll go right now, we'll be there right now."

After Director He finished speaking, he led his colleagues to the ward.

Zhao Zhiyuan stepped forward and patted Yingyue on the shoulder.

"How are you? Can you still hold on?"