Seeing that two and a half hours had passed, she could no longer bear it and raised her voice, "Why is there no movement in there? Should we send someone in to take a look? Make sure nothing happens and they don't dare to come out."
"What kind of thing are you talking about?" Wei Lou asked her badly.
Wei Mingxuan called his name disapprovingly: "Wei Lou, how can you talk to your aunt? She is your elder!"
Wei Lou curled his lips, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and said dangerously: "I don't think she looks like an elder at all. She actually hopes that something happens to grandpa."
Wei Ying's thoughts were exposed, and he angrily asked: "What nonsense are you talking about? When have I ever hoped that something happened to your grandfather?"
"Heh." Wei Lou chuckled. His height was so great that it crushed her. He looked down at her and asked, "When I go to the hospital, do you always try to sneak into the operating room? The operation hasn't been completed yet, but you open your mouth and ask people to come in. What does that mean?"
"You!" Wei Ying was so angry, but she couldn't find any words to fight back. After a long while of anger, she said coldly: "You are just being stubborn! If anything happens to your grandfather, I will not let her go! If it involves human life, I will definitely call the police."
Wei Lou was quite annoyed by her behavior. He put his hands in his pockets, stood in a sloppy manner, and his raised eyes looked a little cold.
Just then, the door that had been closed for two and a half hours opened.
A defiant figure walked out from inside.
"How is my dad?!" Wei Ying spoke first. He didn't look like he was anxious to know about Old Wei's condition, but more like he couldn't wait to deal with him.
Seeing this, Wei Mingxuan frowned fiercely, walked forward from another direction, and asked in a gentle voice: "Miss Qiao, how is my father's condition?"
Qiao Nian raised his head, without even glancing at Wei Ying, and walked straight out to Wei Mingxuan. His voice sounded a little tired, but relaxed: "The person is awake."
"Awake?" Liang Lu in the crowd suddenly turned pale, clenched her fists, and looked incredulous.
Jiang Xianrou also felt as if she had been slapped in the face. Her face was hot and she couldn't believe her ears. She murmured, "How could he wake up so soon? Even if he has surgery, it will take 48 hours for him to regain consciousness."
Qiao Nian heard her words and looked up. His dark eyes were cold and dry. He raised his hand to pull the brim of his hat and said calmly, "Chinese acupuncture does not require craniotomy and of course does not require such a long recovery period. It can also achieve results close to those of surgery. Read more about the things of our ancestors. The experience accumulated over thousands of years is not all dross."
"..." Jiang Xianrou clenched her hands and was unable to respond for a moment.
What did she mean by that, slap her in the face
Qiao Nian ignored her. After saying this, he took out a glass bottle from his pocket and threw it to Wei Lou.
"Take it."
Wei Lou caught the thing and asked reflexively, "What is this?"
When I saw clearly what was in my hand, I immediately understood.
Pills made by Qiao Nian.
He had not been back home in Beijing for more than a month, and the black market had run out of stock. Yuan Yongqin said that the price of the pills had risen from 5 million to nearly 10 million. He counted the number of pills in the bottle that Qiao Nian gave him, about ten.
"Starting today, take one pill every two days, and then one pill a week after a week. This is about three months' supply, and we'll see how things go after three months."
Wei Lou took the bottle and said without further ado, "I'll transfer the money to you later."
My darlings, I’ll have a big update for you this Saturday.
Qin Si also has to go meet Wang Ye's "sister" who came around the city, a large-scale exposure scene...
(End of this chapter)