From the moment Xiao Wujie entered the cabin, the entire hospital remained on high alert and on high alert.
Surveillance covers every corner, and elite black-clad bodyguards and mercenaries patrol 24 hours a day, not missing a single sound or movement.
But by the third day, no abnormalities were detected.
But the calmer it is, the more uneasy it makes people.
Because everyone knows that this surgery is the best opportunity to deal with Xiao Wujie. Once the surgery is successful, Chu Liyue will be able to act freely, and those rats hiding in the dark corners will have no chance of survival.
They will definitely come, and they will do everything they can to sabotage the surgery, plunging Xiao Wujie into eternal darkness.
There are only two possibilities for the lack of any activity: either they are going all out during the surgery, or they are secretly planning something, or even both at the same time.
On the third day, Ye Jinyu, who had been staying in the operating room, stepped out of the room.
He looked visibly tired as he sat down by the window.
Opposite him, Lu Zhufeng leaned against the wall, holding a sharp short blade in his hand, meticulously wiping it.
He glanced up at Ye Jinyu, his brows furrowing slightly: "He's having surgery tomorrow, and you're working like a donkey pulling a millstone. Is the success rate of the surgery too high?"
Ye Jinyu's face darkened for a moment: "I'm performing a simulated surgery to improve the success rate!"
Lu Zhufeng raised an eyebrow slightly, "Can it be increased to 70%?"
He asked what the success rate of the surgery was for this thing in front of him, and the doctor replied that it was less than 70%, but the real answer was 40%.
That's really less than 70%.
Ye Jinyu looked helpless: "Is this matter insurmountable?"
The moment the person in front of him learned the truth, he almost grabbed him by the collar and threw him off the rooftop. Even now, he still remembers it.
Lu Zhufeng polished the short blade in his hand until it gleamed coldly, and said in a calm tone: "If you heal him and bring him back completely healthy, I'll be able to live with myself."
Ye Jinyu's gaze was slightly complicated. Everyone in the manor had witnessed Xiao Wujie gradually losing his five senses and turning into the living dead he was now.
The hope that Xiao Wujie would recover became the deepest wish in everyone's heart, and under everyone's most sincere wish, his pressure increased exponentially.
The surgery lasted nearly 20 hours. Facing a critically ill patient who had lost all five senses, the slightest mistake could mean the end of their life.
Even with his superb medical skills and the strong mentality he had honed over the years, he was overwhelmed by the immense pressure.
He gently rubbed his darkened eyelids, his gaze lowered, and whispered, "I...will do my best."
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, causing him to look up instantly.
Lu Zhufeng toyed with the cleaned short blade, its sharp edge reflecting the sunlight, the cold light falling straight onto Ye Jinyu's neck.
"Old Ye, that pretentious guy once told me that he sometimes feels lonely when he's been alone for a long time."
“He really has something going on, and he’s feeling lonely all by himself. I’d like to find a few people to keep him company.”
Ye Jinyu was speechless and angrily rebuked, "This is bullying! You're always following him around, why don't you go and keep him company?"
As he finished speaking, Lu Zhufeng's gaze suddenly wavered, his eyes deep and unfocused, and he murmured:
“I once promised him that I would be his shadow, and he only needed to walk in the sunlight, and I would take care of the rest.”
"When the subject walks into darkness, how can the shadow exist...?"
Ye Jinyu was startled by his words, her brows furrowed, and she suddenly spoke up: "No doctor can guarantee success for even the simplest surgery."
"Besides, you're already married. No matter what happens, you're not alone. Think about Miss Ai! How would she feel if she heard you say that?"
Upon hearing Ai Ruoman's name, Lu Zhufeng raised his eyes, "Manman..."
He let out a soft breath, looked up at Ye Jinyu, his rough fingers lightly running through his hair, and whispered:
"I'm not trying to put pressure on you." It's just that with the situation so close, I seem to be genuinely a little scared.
"I just hope that you and he will both try harder."
"I really wish... he could be alive."
*
A faint, pale dawn appeared in the east.
The building was completely surrounded by a dense mass of bodyguards and mercenaries.
Upstairs, on the 6th floor, Lu Zhufeng held a list of medical personnel information and carefully checked the information of the medical staff present.
These people were all carefully selected by Chu Liyue, but to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he conducts this kind of check every day, and this will be the last one before the surgery officially begins.
His tall, imposing figure exuded power and breadth, his sharp aura intimidating and intimidating.
Ai Ruoman worked alongside him, verifying information, searching their bodies, and even checking whether they were wearing human skin masks.
Not far away, Ye Jinyu stretched her body slightly, her gaze deep, and occasionally exhaled softly to release and relieve the pressure.
Everything has been checked.
Ye Jinyu's gaze suddenly sharpened, and as he took a deep breath and met the eyes of the others, Yun Mo's slightly hoarse voice rang out first: "Brother Ye, keep it up!"
Then, voices rang out from twos and threes, "Little Ye, keep it up!"
"Ye Jinyu, it's up to you now."
"Old Ye, bring him back!"
Ye Jinyu took a deep breath, nodded sharply, and immediately led a group of medical staff into the operating room.
The moment the hatch closed, Yunmo buried his face in Chuwan's arms.
Lu Zhufeng clenched his fists so tightly that the veins bulged and the knuckles protruded.
Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan embraced silently.
Chu Liyue's face was icy cold, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
She stood slender and still by the window, the golden light falling on her face, outlining her exquisite lines. In the interplay of light and shadow, she was almost unreal in her beauty.
With a cool, noble, and mysterious gaze, she looked out the window at the sky, where a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, outlining the contours of the human world—pure, beautiful, and like a divine miracle.
She doesn't believe in gods or Buddhas.
But at this moment, she closed her eyes, clasped her hands together in front of her, and made a prayer gesture.
For the first time, she bowed her noble head to God.
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