Three hours later, the lights in the operating room were still on, and there was no change.
After nearly five hours, the light finally went out.
"Doctor, how is he?"
The person who pushed Zeping out was not Xiuning.
"The operation was successful, but there was a slight concussion, and the patient's consciousness has not recovered. We won't know until tonight." Lin Jiacheng took off his mask and answered.
"That means Zeping will wake up tomorrow?" Zeng's mother asked again.
Lin Jiacheng shook his head and replied, "Not necessarily, depending on the patient's condition at night, the nurse will examine him on time."
Zeng's mother didn't ask again, because she knew it was useless to ask. She just looked at Zeping, took a deep breath, and finally asked, "Who did the operation... who did it?"
Lin Jiacheng looked at his great mother, but didn't want to answer the question. He glanced at the operating room and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as your son can wake up, it's enough, isn't it?"
"Can you guarantee that he will wake up?" Zeng mother asked rhetorically.
"Yes." Lin Jiacheng didn't hesitate at all. He looked into Zeng's mother's eyes and gave her a firm answer, "I can."
Because the person holding the sword is Xiuning who loves Zeping.
He couldn't imagine how much mental power it took Xiuning in the previous five hours to control the hands holding the knife so that there was no slight tremor. His surgery has always been fast, perfect and meticulous. It's the same, just as impeccable.
Zeng's mother couldn't help being startled after hearing this, and then she could only be speechless.
It's just that no matter whether the operation was done by Xiuning or not, Zeng mother still didn't plan to let him approach Zeping. As soon as he appeared, she became hysterical. Xiuning had no choice but to go back to the office. Peace of mind.
"Doctor Zhuo, are you really okay?" The nurse on duty also participated in the operation with Xiuning today. Although she didn't know the relationship between the patient named Zeng Zeping and the Dr. Zhuo in front of her, it seemed that Dr. Zhuo was very concerned. people.
Xiuning shook his head, looked up from the medical record book in his hand, looked at the nurse and asked, "How is his condition?"
"Very stable," the nurse replied.
"Yeah." Xiuning nodded and lowered his eyes again.
The nurse looked at him a little worriedly. After the operation was over and they packed everything, he was still sitting on the bench motionless, one hand was always pressing on his abdomen, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, which was already wet. On his surgical gown, he seemed to be enduring some kind of pain.
She knew that Dr. Zhuo's health was not very good, but she had never seen him suffer to such an extent because of reluctance.
Even now, his face is extremely pale, but he has no plans to go back to rest.
It's because of that patient... right
"Doctor Zhuo—" The nurse started to ask, but Lin Jiacheng's voice came from the door of the office, "The patient in Room 409 woke up from the operation, you can take a look."
"Oh, good." The nurse nodded and left the office, but couldn't help but look back at Zhuo Xiuning when she left.
"Xuning." Lin Jiacheng couldn't help sighing, looked at Xiuning and said, "If you don't rest, how can you be motivated to go to work tomorrow?" Will wake up so quickly.
"I can't sleep." Xiuning just said indifferently, but Pingren was lying in a coma on the hospital bed, how could he close his eyes
"At least, you should have a rest too." Lin Jiacheng felt sorry for Xiuning who didn't take care of himself, but there was nothing he could do about him.
"I will rest, but I will wait until he wakes up." Xiuning's tone was still very flat, without any fluctuations.
"He'll wake up." For you.
The last three words Lin Jiacheng didn't say, just stared at Xiuning's focused, drooping face.
When Xiuning heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at him. Lin Jiacheng saw Xiuning's eyes clearly at this time. These eyes have always been so clear and calm.
He likes someone, never hesitates, never asks for anything in return, and never, never thinks of himself.
So as a self who likes Xiuning, I can only bless, not get involved.
Xiuning smiled and said nothing.
Looking at his smile, Lin Jiacheng couldn't help but think of his mother's treatment of Xiuning. He frowned and asked, "Zeping's mother... seems very unacceptable..."
He hesitated, Xiuning already understood what he was talking about, so he continued, "She wants me not to see Zeping again, I don't know what Zeping said, but looking at the situation... it seems very bad ."
In the face of the elders, Xiuning is not willing to cause harm to them, besides, that is Zeping's mother, what can he do
No matter how much you love Zeping, you can't let Zeping be unhappy. This is his consistent idea, but at this moment, the person lying on the hospital bed is Zeping. awake.
As long as you wake up, it doesn't matter what I do, then Ping-
Four
One night passed, but Zeping still didn't wake up. Sister Cen rushed over early in the morning and was startled when she saw Xiuning standing outside the ward but didn't go in, and then she understood when she saw her mother inside.
"Xuning, your face is very bad, doesn't it matter?"
Xiuning shook his head, but did not speak, his eyes were still looking at the people inside through the glass window, and after a while he turned to Sister Cen and said, "Zeping's mother has been with you all night, you can find a way to get her back. Rest, I want to go in and see Zeping."
Sister Cen's heart tightened. She thought that Xiuning must have been outside for the whole night, so she couldn't help but nodded and said, "Okay, wait for me for a while."
Xiuning raised the corner of his mouth, smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Sister Cen."
Sister Cen just frowned to see his not so good face, and went straight into the ward without saying anything.
Xiuning turned around and leaned against the glass window, closing his eyes.
After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening, and Zeng mother came out and saw Xiuning.
Her face was very tired, she only glanced at Xiuning, frowned faintly, maybe she wanted to say something, but she still didn't say anything, and then walked past him.
Xiuning smiled wryly, and only turned around and walked into the ward when she could not see her figure.
Zeping still lay there quietly, Xiuning stood far away, not daring to step forward.
"I told Zeping's mother to call Zeping as soon as she wakes up." Sister Cen said to Xiuning as she opened the curtains a little to let in the light.
Xiuning let out a "hmm", put his hands in the pockets of his white clothes, and stood still.
"Zeping—" Sister Cen turned her head, and just wanted to say something to Xiuning, but when she saw Xiuning's rare helplessness, she swallowed the words she wanted to ask, stepped forward and pulled Xiuning to the bed. He pulled out Xiuning's hand and held it with Zeping.
"Zeping, wake up soon, do you know how worried Xiuning is about you?" Sister Cen said softly while looking at Zeping.
Xiuning didn't speak, just stared at Zeping.
- You wake up soon.
He just finished saying this sentence in his heart, but he felt Zeping's fingers move.
Xiuning looked at Zeping motionless, wondering if it was his own illusion just now.
“… Xiuning…”
This time it wasn't an illusion, even Sister Cen heard it.
"He's awake!" Sister Cen looked at Zeping and slowly opened her eyes.
"Xuning..." Another voice, Zeping met Xiuning's dark eyes.
"You're awake." Xiuning smiled at him and clenched his hand.
"Your complexion... why is it so bad..." Zeping frowned, his voice was silent, with a hint of weakness, but he tried to make it as clear as possible.
"It's not because of you, Xiuning can go to rest when you wake up." Sister Cen said aside.
"You—" Zeping wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Xiuning's low voice, "You need to rest, I'll check you first, and then go to rest,