Zeng Qiang became even more nervous after seeing Dr. Ding leave. He anxiously grabbed the other doctor's arm and asked with a slightly trembling voice, "How is my wife's surgery going? Is she still in danger?"
His eyes were filled with worry and uneasiness, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his palms were slightly wet from excessive exertion.
At this moment, he really hoped to get a positive answer from the doctor...
The doctor said, "Don't worry, the operation went very smoothly and was quite successful!"
Before he finished speaking, a slight noise came from inside the door. Then, a mobile bed with an IV drip hanging from it was slowly pushed out. Zeng Qiang and his son, who were waiting outside, immediately went to greet it.
Lying on the gurney was Yu Wenlin, her eyes tightly closed, her face sallow, covered in a white blanket, looking extremely weak. Liquid from the IV dripped into her body drop by drop through a transparent tube...
Hearing the doctor's words, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if all his strength had been drained away, his body involuntarily slumping. But at the same time, an uncontrollable surge of excitement welled up inside him. His eyes welled up, and he tried hard to control his emotions.
At this moment, the nurse pushed Yu Wenlin's bed out of the operating room.
Zeng Cheng rushed to the bedside and helped the nurse push the bed steadily and move it to another place.
Zeng Qiang held the doctor's hand tightly, his eyes filled with gratitude, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much!"
He seemed to have thousands of words to express, but at this moment, he could not find any more appropriate words except to express his sincere thanks.
The doctor said, "You don't need to thank me. I can't perform this surgery. You should thank Dr. Wang, not her. Your family members have already reported to the King of Hell."
Zeng Qiang asked anxiously, "Doctor Wang, where is she? I need to thank her in person."
"This surgery has exhausted all her energy, so she needs to rest for a while. She has another important surgery waiting for her, so please don't disturb her! Thank you later! She was hired by our hospital, and her time here is tight and her workload is heavy. She has several major surgeries waiting for her."
As he spoke, he followed behind the mobile hospital bed and said to Zeng Qiang, "You and your family members, please follow us to the intensive care unit first! The nurse will explain the patient's postoperative precautions to you."
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On National Highway 317, a jeep carrying several people was speeding toward the provincial capital. The wheels whirred, stirring up clouds of dust that resembled a roaring, roiling yellow dragon behind the vehicle.
The driver was concentrating on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, not daring to relax even a little. Zhao Lihan, sitting in the passenger seat, was concentrating on the documents in his hand.
Lin Lifeng, sitting in the back seat, had a serious expression and said nothing. Their tightly clasped hands revealed their inner anxiety and uneasiness.
In the intensive care unit of the hospital, Wang Xiaolan, wearing surgical gown, checked the patient's postoperative condition. She looked at the patient with a strange expression on her face.
She pondered to herself, "Why does this patient look so much like me? Why does she evoke such an indescribable feeling in me? Every breath she takes seems to have some strange connection with my heartbeat... This feeling is so strange, yet so real."
"Could it be that there really is some kind of special fate between us? Or is this just my wishful thinking?"
Yu Wenlin, lying on the hospital bed, seemed to feel that she had some special relationship with the doctor standing in front of her bed.
Especially during the operation, she seemed to have a long dream, in which she saw her daughter Nannan, whom she had not seen for more than 20 years.
Suddenly, a deep and firm voice rang out in his ears: "Yu Wenlin, you must hold on! This operation is being performed by your own daughter! If you can't hold on, then you will lose the chance to be reunited forever!"
This voice seemed to have a magical power, which made Yu Wenlin, who was originally extremely weak, try hard to open his eyes and try to see the person who was speaking, but his vision was shrouded in a haze.
However, those words echoed in his mind like thunder—"This is your daughter performing surgery on you!" A strong desire to live surged in Yu Wenlin's heart. He knew he had to overcome the pain and not let his daughter's efforts and expectations down.
Despite the unbearable pain in his body, Yu Wenlin gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stay awake.
Time passed by minute by minute, and a tense atmosphere filled the operating room.
Yu Wenlin's consciousness was a little fuzzy. Two people were walking towards her. She looked carefully and found that they were the Black and White Impermanence. They were holding ropes in their hands and looked ferocious. She was so scared that she ran away.
She shouted, "I can't go with you. I want to see my daughter."
His hands and feet moved around in a frenzy.
At this moment, a warm force came from her hands. It turned out that a pair of soft but firm palms were gently pressing on her hands.
A gentle voice came, "Comrade, please don't move. You're on an IV drip right now. If you accidentally touch the needle, it could cause pain or even infection. Believe me, as long as you rest peacefully, you'll be able to see your beloved daughter soon!"
These words were like a gust of spring breeze blowing through her anxious heart, gradually relaxing her tense nerves.
Seeing that the patient's mood had stabilized, Wang Xiaolan said to the nurse, "Shanhu, this patient is under your care. You must keep an eye on her. She is at a critical stage now. Only after she passes this stage will she be completely out of danger."
"Doctor Wang, don't worry, I will."
Yu Wenlin heard the conversation between Wang Xiaolan and the nurse, and she secretly made up her mind: "I must survive, I want to see my daughter, I want to see my daughter..."
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On the corridor outside the hospital's depressing and tense intensive care unit, Zeng Qiang and Zeng Cheng were waiting anxiously for the patient undergoing surgery to wake up from anesthesia, their faces filled with worry.
Sometimes they stood up and paced, sometimes they sat down and thought, and every subtle movement revealed their deep concern and worry for the safety of their loved ones.
The entire corridor was unusually quiet, with only the faint sound of the clock hands ticking on the wall and the occasional whispered conversation between the two people.
Time passed by minute by minute, but for the father and son, it seemed as long and unbearable as a year...
Just then, footsteps were heard at the end of the corridor.
Chen Lixin was seen wiping the sweat from his forehead as he hurried towards the intensive care unit.
Zeng Cheng immediately stood up and looked at the person who came with a puzzled expression on his face.
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