Time ticked by, and three hours had passed since Song Mai entered the operating room, but the operating room door remained tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.
The indicator light was a dazzling red, staining the entire corridor crimson. He couldn't help but think of the blood on her shoulder, as crimson as a raging inferno.
I don't know how much time passed, it felt like an eternity, before the operating room doors finally opened.
A group of medical staff rushed Song Mai towards the ICU. The woman's eyes were closed, and she was lifeless.
"Doctor, how is she?"
He quickly stopped the surgeon.
The surgeon's expression was grave: "The bullet was embedded very deep, in the scapula, so removing it took a long time. Fortunately, it wasn't in a critical area. She'll need to rest and be careful afterward, otherwise her arm's flexibility might be affected. The main problem is excessive blood loss; she was already in shock when she arrived, and with the anesthesia, if she didn't wake up..."
The doctor didn't continue speaking, and the man's face darkened.
"How long will it take for her to wake up?"
The doctor shook his head wearily:
"It all depends on her own fate. She lost too much blood. Although we gave her a blood transfusion, we can't guarantee that she will wake up. As long as she wakes up, her life will be out of danger."
The man watched the medical staff walk away, but Song Mai was no longer in sight.
He frowned in pain: "Can I go see her?"
"As a family member, you can visit once a day, but the visit time cannot exceed thirty minutes. The visiting time will be arranged by the nurse. You can find out the specific details from the ICU nurses."
Okay, thank you.
After the doctor left, Chu Xing immediately took out his phone and called Jiang Jibai.
Upon hearing this news, Jiang Jibai said without saying a word:
"Wait a minute, I'll go ask the hospital for leave right now, I'll be there right away."
He followed the signs to the door of the intensive care unit, and immediately spotted the thin, pale girl through the huge glass wall.
She lay there quietly, as if she wanted to blend into the white sheets beneath her, devoid of her usual vitality, as if she were about to disappear at any moment.
Chu Xing's heart ached terribly; for the first time, he realized that heartache was a physical pain.
He stopped a nurse and asked, "When may I go in to visit?"
The nurse glanced at the patient in the intensive care unit and asked, "What is your relationship with the patient?"
"She's my wife, the one who was just brought in with a bullet wound to the shoulder."
"Today won't work, the earliest is tomorrow night. She just had surgery and needs a sterile environment. No one can get close to her. I can arrange for you to visit her for half an hour tomorrow night."
The man nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Chu Xing sat down weakly on a chair outside the intensive care unit. A few moments later, several nurses wheeled out a child who looked no more than ten years old.
The boy had already stopped breathing, and his body lay stiffly on the hospital bed.
The young parents cried so hard they almost fainted, and the haggard woman even knelt down and begged the nurse to save her child again.
He suddenly thought of a saying: the prayers heard by all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens are less than one ten-thousandth of what is heard in the hospital corridor.
However, their child had clearly already died and could not be saved.
Unable to accept reality, the woman fainted, and the man carried her to find a nurse.
Chu Xing glanced at Song Mai lying on the bed one last time. For the first time, this man, who had always been a staunch believer in materialism, hoped that the woman in the hospital bed could be protected and that she could be safe.
After all, she has never done anything bad and has worked hard for more than 20 years. Good people are rewarded, so it's time to repay her, isn't it?
He went to the balcony, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and casually picked one up and put it in his mouth.
Chu Xing rarely smokes; he might light one cigarette occasionally when he feels like it, but he has never smoked in front of her.
The wind dispersed the smoke and also ruffled his hair.
The driver had already come downstairs to wait for him after he learned about this. He happened to meet the driver in the lobby when he went downstairs to pay the bill.
"How is Miss Song Mai?"
The man briefly explained the situation, and the driver couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
"Miss Song Mai is such a good person, how could she... encounter something like this?"
Yes, why does a perfectly good trip, which should be a happy occasion, turn out like this?
Why does it seem like the world is against her, and all sorts of misfortunes come knocking on her door?
It's such a low probability event, so why does it always happen to her?
He couldn't understand it, and his heart ached for her even more.
Chu Xing couldn't imagine how much she had gone through in the years he hadn't known her.
"Could you please take me to the police station to make a statement?"
"well."
The driver quickly agreed and jogged over to bring the car over.
The police officers in charge of the case were also very concerned about Song Mai's injuries.
When the police officers heard that Song Mai had lost too much blood and was in bad shape, their faces also showed grief.
“Mr. Chu, I know you and Miss Song have a deep relationship, and you are very saddened by this situation. But you must take care of yourself. I believe Miss Song will not leave you. She will wake up. You still need to take care of her. Please take good care of yourself.”
The man nodded without speaking. After taking his statement, the police finally asked him the question that had been troubling him for so long.
"By the way, have you received any professional training? Even we can't handle those desperados. How did you manage to subdue them all by yourself?"
The restaurant had security cameras, and when they pulled up the footage, everyone was stunned by Chu Xing's every move in the video.
Is this really a level that ordinary people can achieve?
The restaurant owner also praised Chu Xing highly, saying that if the police could reach this level, then how could they not subdue such criminals?
The man pursed his lips: "I've studied Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and also spent five years studying military combat techniques abroad."
No wonder.
The policeman nodded, a look of sudden realization on his face.
How could someone who has received such training be afraid of those wanted criminals?
However, when he looked at Chu Xing, the respect in his eyes increased even more.
It seems this person is more complex than he imagined.
How could someone who can learn military combat techniques be a simple character?
It's likely that neither his family background nor his status makes him an ordinary person.
The policeman then took out a transparent plastic bag from the drawer, inside which was a brand-new model mobile phone that had been dropped and was bent.
"This phone was found in a restaurant and should belong to Ms. Song. Our technical investigation team has already checked it, and it can now be returned to its owner."
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