Time seems to have passed for a long time, but in fact it is only in a short period of time.
"Yoyoo! Yoyoo, calm down!"
Tang Xinrou couldn't make it through, cold sweat covered her anxious forehead, "You forgot! No matter how bad she is, she was the one who gave birth to Brother Song! Don't let Brother Song hate you when he wakes up!"
'Zheng—'
The tense string in her mind broke, and Song Yaoyao let go of her hand suddenly.
Zhou Manli fell to the ground in embarrassment, clutching her neck and coughing violently. There was fear in her eyes, she looked at Song Yaoyao while moving back.
No longer the arrogance of the beginning.
"well-"
A low sigh sounded in the hallway.
The man had been quietly waiting for this moment. He reached out and took the little girl into his arms, covering her eyes with his big palms.
The silent care spreads—
An Feiran looked enviously, and suddenly asked: "Who is that man?"
Tang Xinrou breathed a sigh of relief, and looked away, feeling a little pity in her heart.
But she also knew that such thinking was wrong. Zhou Manli's death was not a pity, but she shouldn't dirty her hands.
"He? The famous Mr. Huo, haven't you heard of it?"
"Mr. Huo?!" An Feiran nodded and suddenly became nervous, "I heard about it when I just returned to China, but I have never seen it before. So you are so young..."
He looked at Huo Ningxi again, and heard that he called the man uncle just now.
Tang Xinrou was surprised when she first saw her, but now she has accepted the fact.
The black shirt wrapped the man's broad shoulders and strong chest, and his arms were strong and powerful. He is high above, and his power is astonishing. Only he can say such words willfully and let the little girl run wild in front of him.
Even if she pierced the sky, a man has the ability to help her make it up.
For some reason, An Feiran just had such an intuition.
He bowed his head, a little inferior.
These little boys are far, far behind real mature men.
The door of the emergency room opened, and Zhou Manli quickly looked over.
Liu Yu was covered in blood, he gritted his teeth and shook his head at Huo Yunque, "The situation is not optimistic, there is congestion in his brain, and his current body may not be able to support the craniotomy..."
Listening to Huo Yunque's powerful heartbeat, Song Yaoyao's anxious and impetuous state of mind calmed down a little bit.
Hearing this, she suddenly asked, "Can I go in?"
Liu Yu was taken aback, "What do you want to do?"
Before Song Yaoyao answered, Huo Yunque had already patted her on the shoulder first, "Go change clothes and disinfect, and I'll help you prepare the rest."
At a time like this, doing anything is a waste of time.
Song Yaoyao nodded, and quickly ran towards the disinfection room. Passing by Shen Xun, she kept saying, "Shen Xun, help me bring the silver needle to Grandpa Shen!"
"good."
Everything was ready, Song Yaoyao followed Liu Yu in.
Zhou Manli opened her mouth, but before she could stop her, Song Yaoyao cast a cold look over her.
"If you dare to make trouble, I really won't be soft!"
Because of Zhou Manli, a lot of time has been wasted.
This operation was extremely long, but no one left.
When the sun rose the next day, the door of the rescue room finally opened slowly.
Zhou Manli covered her mouth, unable to restrain her excited crying.
rescued -
Song Yaoyao was helped out, and the attitude of the nurse who supported her towards her has changed from treating her like a child to an admirable Chinese medicine doctor.
If she hadn't sealed Song Wenchuan's acupuncture points with silver needles to prevent the blood in his brain from rushing around, this operation would never have been successful!