Corridor outside the operating room.
The incandescent lamps illuminated the snow-white walls on both sides, making the whole atmosphere seem silent and cold. Bo Yucheng leaned against the wall dejectedly, and the tall figure looked inexplicably lonely, and his whole body exuded an aura that no strangers should enter. …
Wen Le stood beside him without even daring to breathe. He only looked up at the indicator light from time to time, but the "in operation" light was always on, and the closed door was not opened for a long time.
At this moment, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded...
Xiao Qianche ran toward the operating room and saw countless people waiting in the corridor. Before he had time to breathe, he asked hurriedly, "How's it going?"
Bo Yucheng's eyes were lowered, and there was a dead silence in his eyes. He kept gently rubbing the skin of his right palm with the pads of his left fingers.
The palm that held the girl's hand tightly before...
He always felt that there seemed to be some lingering warmth.
Wen Le glanced at him sideways, then raised his eyes to look at Xiao Qianche, "I'm sorry, sir, are you..."
Xiao Qianche immediately handed over the safe in his hand.
He introduced himself, "Jingshi Pavilion Xiao Qianche, Lanlan ordered me to escort these experimental drugs to Szhou Southern Central Hospital."
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Xiao Qianche raised his head and glanced at the door of the operating room, frowning tightly, "How is Lanlan doing now?"
Wen Le immediately pulled Xiao Qianche aside.
He knew that Bo Yucheng was unwilling to face the real situation, so he lowered his voice and introduced, "The dagger just hit her heart. She has just been pushed into the operating room for rescue, and she doesn't know the situation yet."
"The position of the heart..." Xiao Qianche's breath stopped.
His brows were full of worry, and his usually soft eyes were slightly cooler, "Have you found out who did it?"
"We're checking." Wen Le pursed his lower lip, "Judging from the surveillance, the man has been waiting in the corridor, waiting for the target to appear. It is obvious that he is deliberately murdering, but he is not sure who he is targeting."
Xiao Qianche couldn't help but take a deep breath, and looked at the operating room with solemn eyes, "I hope nothing will happen to Lanlan."
He tightened his grip on the safe's handle, his joints turning slightly white.
But remembering Shi Qinglan's original intention of coming to Nanfang Central Hospital, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the safe in his hand, then raised his eyes and cast his eyes on the middle-aged man who was guarding the operating room with him...
"Excuse me, are you Dean Smith?" Xiao Qianche had investigated the basic information of the Central Hospital before coming.
Dean Smith nodded, "Yes, I am."
"This is an experimental drug that Doctor Jinglan specially ordered me to send. Please, Dean Smith, please give these drugs to the patient."
He held up the safe with both hands, "Doctor Jinglan is here to treat illnesses and save people. Although she had some accidents, she must still hope that all patients will be safe and sound."
Dean Smith looked at the safe with tears in his eyes.
He took it with trembling hands, "Okay... Doctor Jinglan is so righteous! God will bless her and she will be fine!"
Xiao Qianche pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
Dean Smith immediately took the safe and left temporarily, arranged for other medical staff to continue to follow the treatment plan previously formulated by Shi Qinglan, and prepared to distribute special medicines!
The corridor outside the operating room fell silent again...
Three men were standing outside the operating room. One was depressed and lost, one looked up from time to time to look at the lights in the operating room, and the other was waiting anxiously while sending messages, exchanging information with Wen Mo about the progress of the young lady's operation and the investigation of the assassin. Condition.
"Squeak-"
Until the door of the operating room suddenly made a slight noise.
Bo Yucheng's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately rushed over, "Doctor!"
"How is my fiancée?" His brows and eyes were full of anxiety, and his voice was hoarse and low, not as pleasant as usual.
Xiao Qianche originally wanted to be the first to chase after him and ask, but Bo Yucheng was a step ahead of him after all, and the words "my fiancée" made him pause slightly, and then stood silently beside him.
Wen Le also immediately glanced at the doctor...
The eyes of the three men were all shining, the kind of sporadic light in a deep pool, full of anxiety and hope.
But the doctor's expression looked serious. He looked up at the three men, hesitated for a moment and then slowly shook his head.
Seeing this, Bo Yucheng's brain suddenly went blank.
In those deep black eyes, the sparks that finally ignited gradually swayed and extinguished bit by bit.
"What does shaking your head mean?" His voice was slightly choked.
The doctor sighed heavily and handed over several intraoperative examinations. "Doctor Jinglan's condition is not good."
"The dagger stabbed near her heart. Although she luckily avoided the most dangerous artery, it was too close to the heart. She also experienced cardiac arrest during the process of pulling out the dagger. Although her heartbeat has now resumed, her heart is still The pacing was very weak and we weren't sure what the outcome would be."
Bo Yucheng immediately lowered his head and read through the inspection reports.
His fingers were still trembling slightly, and when he heard the doctor's words, his heart suddenly tightened...
"So what do you mean..." Wen Le asked hesitantly.
When asked, he took a special look at the top of the operating room door. The "in-surgery" light was still not extinguished.
The doctor handed over a piece of paper with a solemn expression, "It's better to notify the patient's family first and sign the critical illness notice."
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng suddenly raised his eyes.
His black pupils shrank suddenly, his deep eyes were a little dazed, and his voice was very deep, "Notification of critical illness?"
"She was fine a few hours ago..." Bo Yucheng's voice tightened, "She still smiled at me and happily told me that the medicine would be delivered soon and the patient would be saved soon."
"Now, you want me to sign her critical illness notice?"
Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from deep within his heart, with a heavy breathing and a terrifyingly cold voice.
But the doctor could only lower his eyes and said, "Sorry, signing a critical illness notice is a rule of surgery, but we will do our best."
"I don't want to be sorry! I don't want to try my best!" Bo Yucheng suddenly roared. He pointed at the closed door, his fingertips trembling violently, "I want her to come out properly!"
"Master Bo, calm down!" Wen Le immediately stopped the man.
Xiao Qianche also immediately helped to stop him. He turned his head to confirm with the doctor, "How much danger is Lanlan's life now?"
"If the operation goes well, it may be okay, but if anything happens during the operation, it may...not come out."
Doctors must tell them truthfully, "Any surgery has risks, but we will do our best."
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