The curtains in the ward were drawn, separating everything, but the tense atmosphere was still evident from the several bags of blood being pushed in by the nurses.
"Family member of the patient, you need to sign." A nurse opened the ward door.
Madam Wei clutched her stomach, swayed twice, and then fainted backward, her head in grave danger. Zhang Fan quickly stepped forward to support her.
However, the moment he encountered Madam Wei, he glanced at her with surprise.
Butler Dai rushed over to support Madam Wei: "Madam, are you alright?"
Madam Wei waved her hand, her face pale, and her voice barely audible: "It's alright, I... I'll sign first."
She forced herself to stand up straight, took the disclaimer from the nurse, signed her name, her expression numb, as if she had long been used to it.
The nurse took the documents and returned to the ward. Mrs. Wei looked around but saw nothing.
Butler Dai advised, "Madam, please rest. Dr. Luo Chang is the most skilled specialist in Kyoto. He has saved the young master three times already. He will definitely be fine this time."
Perhaps because of what the housekeeper had said, the operating room indicator light went out. Not long after, Luo Chang came out, and Madam Wei quickly went up to him, anxiously asking, "Dr. Luo, how is he?"
Luo Chang took off his mask and said calmly, "The bleeding has stopped for now, and there shouldn't be any major problems today."
Mrs. Wei breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over the open curtains of the ward, her hand touching the glass as if she were caressing her son's face.
Zhang Fan glanced at it and said calmly, "Three minutes."
Zhao Lin asked in confusion, "What three minutes?"
Zhang Fan: "This person has at most three minutes left to live!"
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