The red light in the operating room has been on for two full hours.
In the corridor, Xu Kuangjie, Jiang Beiyuan and Yan Nian who came from the scene were all there.
Yan Nian's hands were still stained with blood.
The bright red has turned into a thick dark red.
Jiang Beiyuan wanted to take her to wash her hands, but Yan Nian just shook his head and kept saying that he would wait for Ding Baoyi to come out safely.
Ding Baoyi's parents are not local. After graduating from college, Ding Baoyi stayed alone in Ningcheng to make a living. If something happened to her, how would she explain to her parents...
Another half hour passed.
The red light in the operating room finally went out.
A doctor in a white coat came out and took off his mask. This was Director Liu of the Thoracic Surgery Department of the Central Hospital. He looked at Jiangbei Yuan and said,
"Xiao Jiang, fortunately you took the rescue measures in time. The patient is out of danger. Now he will be sent to the sterile ward for observation for a period of time. If there is no problem, you can go in to visit."
"Great, great...thank you doctor."
But the rescue was successful. Yan Nian's heart dropped and her whole body became limp. If Jiang Beiyuan hadn't been holding her shoulders, she would have fallen to the ground right now.
Xu Kuangjie on the side walked to the window sill and answered a phone call. After hanging up, he also looked at Jiang Beiyuan, "The driver responsible for the accident has been caught. Now he is being interrogated at the police station. He will definitely not be able to escape."
Jiangbeiyuan nodded to himself, said nothing, and gave him a secret wink.
Xu Kuangjie was silent and nodded understandingly, "Since there's nothing going on, I'll leave first. The gas in my house seems to be leaking. I have to go back and take a look soon."
"Well, I won't send it."
Xu Kuangjie: "..."
Let him go when you're done with him, Plastic Brother! !
Then Jiang Beiyuan took Yan Nian to wash his hands.
Her soft little hands were wrapped in his palms. He lowered his long eyelashes, washed them cleanly, and was very serious.
Yan Nian sniffed, looking at this face with clear outlines and clear lines, and felt moved in his heart.
Tonight, for the first time in her life, she experienced something called "despair!"
horrible.
This bloody road was so dangerous, but Jiang Beiyuan was forced to fight out, and he managed to pull back a life that was about to disappear from the hands of death.
Without him, there would be no successful rescue of Ding Baoyi.
"Thank you... thank you very much."
This thank you must be said.
I just owed it all the way.
Jiang Beiyuan raised his eyes, put on a lazy expression, and said with a smile, "It's not a real thank you, can it be a fake thank you?"
Yan Nian was stunned.
Then the tears turned into laughter.
"You're not one to joke!"
yes.
She was right, he wasn't much of a joke.
But seeing that she was finally not so nervous and worried, the joke was worth it.
Jiang Beiyuan continued to wash Yan Nian's hands and arms.
Zhang Fan, who was passing by the sink and preparing to go to ward rounds, watched this scene.
Yo.
Look, it's been washed clean enough, and it's still being rubbed.
You kid, don't you just want to have physical contact with others
Zhang Fan resisted the urge to cough twice, stepped lightly, and left quietly.
Yan Nian didn't notice Zhang Fan behind her, her eyebrows were lowered, the goose-yellow light covered her long eyelashes with a layer of golden light, and there was a brilliance between her eyebrows.
She sighed softly, and some feelings came as they came...
"I understand today. Only when people are about to lose something can they understand that they must, must cherish the person in front of them. Don't remember the past, and don't worry about the future."
"Um."
Seeing that the skin was about to be broken by rubbing, Jiang Beiyuan finally let go of his hand, took a clean towel aside and wiped her hands.
The light fell on him, making his whole body seem to be enveloped in an unreal water light, which was dazzling and eye-catching.
"Losing someone is hard."
"Huh? Have you ever lost anyone?... Oh yes, your ex-girlfriend?"
"no."
The man's voice paused for a moment, and the deep lines between his brows concealed a bit of imperceptible loss.
"It's my brother."
He said.
"Advanced lung cancer, dead."
(End of chapter)