Sun Shifu and others quickly gathered around, and the head nurse breathed a sigh of relief, "I told the family members to call for help, and it worked... I'll go find Dean Gao right away."
Having said that, he hurried out.
Qin Dongling, who was surrounded by the crowd, moved his fingers several times.
Then, the eyelids moved.
Xu 꼋 did not open his eyes. As soon as he regained consciousness, he had a splitting headache and was dazzled by the light and could not open his eyes.
Realizing this, Jiang Yuman quickly got up to turn off the lights.
Political Commissar Zhuo quickly stepped forward a few steps, just blocking this position.
The moment the lights were turned off, his eyes finally opened a crack.
"Old Qin!" Political Commissar Zhuo leaned over. "Does your head hurt? You're finally awake. I was so worried."
Qin Dongling's gaze paused on his face for a moment, then turned away.
Whether it was Fu Jingchen who was holding Xiao Yi, or Sun Shifu and Zhuo Qinghuai, he swept them all.
I looked around but still didn't see the person I wanted to see.
He was wearing an oxygen mask and couldn't speak, but everyone saw a cloud of mist inside.
"Don't worry," Sun Shifu understood him, "Sister Xiao is here."
Having said that, he quickly gave up his seat, and Jiang Yuman appeared in Qin Dongling's sight.
From Qin Dongling's perspective, Jiang Yuman was dressed very simply, with red eyes and nose, as if she had been wronged.
He couldn't move his body and could only raise his hands with difficulty.
Jiang Yuman stretched out her hand to shake it, and he squeezed it tightly. Then, he stared at his daughter without blinking. No one could divert his attention.
"Dad, how do you feel?" Jiang Yuman put his hand on her face.
The mist inside the oxygen mask became thicker, and Qin Dongling's eyes became a little moist.
"Don't get excited." Political Commissar Zhuo said quickly, "We just took out the fragments, why are you so excited? You love hearing your eldest niece calling you. If she calls you every day in the future, I guarantee you'll get annoyed."
Qin Dongling was unable to speak, but Sun Shifu next to him secretly thought that the Chief of the General Staff was too happy to be annoyed.
Yes, the three political commissars are sons, so they probably can’t understand the feeling of having a daughter calling him dad.
Of course... this matter is the Achilles' heel of Political Commissar Zhuo. Sun Shifu can only think about it in his heart, but he will never say it out loud.
"Are you really awake?"
Dean Gao rushed into the ward, with several doctors following behind him. "Everyone, please make way. We will examine you carefully."
Everyone dispersed, but Qin Dongling still held his daughter's hand and was unwilling to let go.
"It's okay," Dean Gao said gently, "Just stay here."
One person can't block all the positions.
After several doctors carefully examined Qin Dongling, they went out to discuss the condition with Political Commissar Zhuo, while Jiang Yuman stayed by the bed until Qin Dongling fell asleep again.
The operation had damaged Qin Dongling's vitality, and he slept till late without waking up. Seeing that it was getting late outside, Sun Shifu considerately asked them to go back first.
"Xiao Yi has fallen asleep. I'll be watching over the Chief of Staff here. You guys go back and get some rest. The Chief of Staff will be visiting you tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Sun."
"Why are you saying these things?" Sun Shifu sighed, "Man, I should be the one thanking you."
Seeing her puzzled look, he began to explain, "If it weren't for you, the Chief of Staff wouldn't even have the chance to have surgery, and..."
Although he didn't finish the rest of the words, Jiang Yuman could understand what he meant.
Even if there is a chance for surgery, this operation is so dangerous that he doesn't know when he will wake up.
"We are women, there's no need to thank us for these." Jiang Yuman looked serious.
Sun Shifu smiled knowingly.
He looked at Fu Jingchen and handed him the key. "Comrade Jingchen, please be careful on the road."
If someone didn't need to look after the Chief of General Staff, he would definitely send them back personally.
"Okay." Fu Jingchen took the key.
On the way back, Jiang Yuman held Fu Siyi in her arms and sat in the back seat, the mother and son sleeping together.
He slowed down the car and drove very steadily back to the West District compound.
The car was parked outside the yard, and the sound of the tires rolling over the fallen leaves was very loud, but it didn't take long before Fu's mother opened the gate wearing her coat.
Because she was worried about her son and daughter-in-law, she hadn't slept yet. When she heard some noise downstairs, she decided to come out and take a look.
Seeing her son get off the car, Fu's mother hurried forward and asked, "How is my father-in-law doing today? I..."
Before he finished speaking, Fu Jingchen raised his hand to signal her not to speak.
Fu's mother fell silent when she saw her son carrying Fu Siyi out of the car.
The guy was sleeping like a pig. Mother Fu hadn't seen her grandson for a day and missed him very much, so she quickly took him over.
Fu Siyi was already familiar with the smell of his grandmother's body, and he slept more soundly once in her arms.
Mother Fu held him in her arms, walked two steps into the yard, then turned around and looked back.
I happened to see Fu Jingchen carrying Jiang Yuman out of the car and closing the door with his foot.
He held her firmly and covered her with his coat. In the night, he looked extremely reliable and tall.
Mother Fu was pleased. It is said that a disciple is better than his master. Although Wangshan and Jingchen were equally taciturn, Jingchen was a better husband than his father.
She felt proud from the bottom of her heart, and hoped that the couple could support each other and have a better relationship.
Thinking of this, Fu's mother took her grandson straight back to her room.
Fu Jingchen carried his wife back upstairs, put her on the bed, and brought water to wipe her hands.
Jiang Yuman woke up as the hot water flowed over her hands. She looked around and was stunned for a moment. "You brought me back?"
Fu Jingchen didn't comment, "Mom just asked me if you were hungry."
"I'm a little hungry indeed." Jiang Yuman said honestly.
Fu Jingchen put the handkerchief in the basin, went downstairs to work for a while, and then brought the things upstairs.
Jiang Yuman washed up and sat by the bed. She didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were bright. Fu Jingchen felt that she was more and more like a cute and cunning fox.
When she heard his footsteps, she raised her head and said, "Ah, how did you know I wanted to eat dumplings?"
As he said that, he quickly picked one up, his cheeks puffed up.
"Mom packed it for me," Fu Jingchen handed over a glass of water and said, "Eat slowly."
Jiang Yuman took a sip of water, her eyes curved. "Before, I was worried about Dad's health and couldn't eat. After knowing that he is feeling better today, I feel so hungry that I can eat a cow."
People's appetite is closely related to their mood, and Jiang Yuman is most easily affected.
"Eat more if you're hungry. If it's not enough, I'll steam more." Fu Jingchen said softly.
In the room on the upper floor, the two spoke softly to each other, and the atmosphere was thick and warm.
"That's enough," Jiang Yuman said, "You'll get fat if you eat too much tonight."
Fu Jingchen said seriously, "More meat is better. I like you to be fatter."
Jiang Yuman stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and said, "... just shut up."
How come everything can be linked to the "late night show"?
Fu Jingchen raised the corners of his mouth and obediently ate the dumplings his wife fed him.
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