Song Shirong: "The surgery tonight went very smoothly, and I am very grateful for your help."
Old Wu smiled and said, "Of course."
Song Shirong: "I want to know what my third brother's condition is now, and what kind of impact it will have on his body after he wakes up?"
Old Wu said, "It shouldn't have a big impact. If he can regain consciousness, it means the surgery was a success."
Song Shirong's eyes flickered slightly as he asked, "Thank you so much. You should be able to wake up tomorrow, right?"
Old Wu said, "If all goes well, she will definitely wake up."
Song Shirong: "Thank you, Dr. Wu. You've worked hard. Go back and rest now."
Old Wu knew a little about Song Shiting's family background. Song Lao Er rarely came home, and he rarely heard news about him, so he wasn't sure if Song Lao Er's concern for Song Shiting was genuine or not.
He simply said, "People's hearts aren't made of iron, and neither are their bodies. Things can go wrong eventually, so he needs more care from his family."
Song Shirong nodded and said, "Dr. Wu is right."
Old Wu didn't say anything more.
Song Shirong arrived at the door of Song Shiting's ward and looked inside.
Ruan Qingling was exhausted. Seeing Song Shiting sleeping peacefully, she pulled up a chair next to him, rested her head on the hospital bed, and lay down to sleep.
Since there were no other beds available in this ward, Ruan Qingling had no choice but to make do.
She was exhausted and hungry after the surgery, but there were people outside, so she didn't dare to go out to find something to eat, especially since there was nothing to eat at that time.
Song Shirong looked through the window and saw Ruan Qingling lying by the bed.
His eyes darkened further.
She took such good care of Song Shiting.
Is this the woman his mother calls every day, causing a huge commotion?
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