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The operation took longer than expected. Seven and a half hours had passed, and the operating room sign still showed "Under Surgery."
At first, Xia Yang only looked at her watch occasionally. As time went by, she looked at her watch more frequently, and the uneasiness and anxiety in her heart became heavier.
Every minute seemed like a long time.
Tang Siming also frowned and walked around the door of the operating room: "Didn't you say 7 hours? Why is it not over yet?"
"Oh, you thought it was a massage with your watch," Liang Yue shook his head, pulled him over and pushed him back to the seat. "A major operation of this difficulty requires not only clearing of osteophytes, but also autologous tibial bone transplantation, and finally... When it comes to replacing bone defects with artificial prostheses, how can the estimate be so accurate! No news is good news."
"Oh, that's true."
Xia Yang listened to them absentmindedly. He didn't understand the technical terms, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard them.
Another half hour passed, and he became increasingly unable to sit still in his seat. Various bad conjectures about the failure of the operation kept flashing through his mind, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms as he thought about it.
"Sister-in-law, you don't look too good," Liang Yue's voice sounded in his ears, and a cup of hot coffee appeared in his hand.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry too much. In this case, waiting is just waiting anyway. Why don't we pray for Brother Yi together."
"Yes." Xia Yang nodded, forcing a smile on his lips.
"Then I'll go first," Liang Yue sat upright, clasped his hands, and bowed devoutly to the air, "I wish Brother Yi a successful operation. If it succeeds, I am willing to quit smoking, drinking, and fighting landlords."
Tang Siming followed closely: "I hope Brother Yi's operation is successful. If it succeeds, I am willing to give up stocks and funds and let our family live."
After the two prayed, they turned to Xia Yang at the same time: "Sister-in-law, it's your turn."
"I..." Xia Yang actually hadn't fully thought about it yet, "Well... if Brother Yi's surgery is successful... um... I would like to grow old with him, be deeply in love with him, be in love forever, and never get divorced."
"Okay! That's great!" The two little seals clapped, and the crackling applause echoed in the hospital corridor for a long time.
Xia Yang felt a little guilty and looked at the operating room again with wandering eyes. He was so confused that he couldn't think too much about it, so he just said whatever popped into his head.
Perhaps God heard their sincere prayers. As soon as the prayers ended, the red indicator light outside the operating room went out, and "in operation" changed to "operation completed."
The three of them stood up from their chairs in a flash.
Xia Yang ran towards the door of the operating room eagerly, tripping over a chair and almost falling to her knees.
"Sister-in-law, be careful, don't get excited!" Liang Yue said, holding his arm.
Xia Yang waved hastily and ran to the door of the operating room in a few steps. Aaron just walked out, the sweat on his forehead not yet completely wiped dry.
"How are you, doctor? My husband...is he still intact?" His voice was trembling a little as he spoke.
When you push it in, it's a complete man. When you push it out, you can't miss two parts at once.
Then he will really cry.
Aaron wiped his sweat and pushed up his glasses: "Don't worry, Mr. Xia, the surgery is as expected. At present, Mr. Han's condition is stable."
"Does that mean the operation was successful?" Xia Yang asked again with concern.
Aaron twitched the corner of his mouth: "There is still a period of observation, but based on my experience, it should be successful."
The cheers of Tang Siming and Liang Yue suddenly came from behind. Xia Yang felt that a big stone finally fell to the ground. Her eyes were clear, and the air with the smell of disinfectant was soaked in the fragrance.
"Then doctor, when can I see him? He must be very hard these few hours..."
Aaron smiled gently: "We need to wait a little longer. Mr. Han is currently in the recovery room. After further monitoring and evaluation, he will be sent back to the ward."
"Oh, okay." Xia Yang nodded obediently.
This was the first time that he couldn't wait to see Han Yi.
He couldn't say why, it was like a kind of excitement and impulse for the rest of his life after the disaster, although the disaster was not his own.
Aaron briefly explained to him and left in a hurry. Xia Yang, Tang Siming and Liang Yue waited for Han Yi to return to the ward.
Not long after I sat down, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw it was a video call from Mrs. Tang.
"... Grandma, grandma wants to video chat with me." He clutched the phone, his fingers trembled, and his tongue felt a little awkward.
Why do we need to have a video call at this time
If grandma knew that they spent their honeymoon in the operating room, she would definitely chop him with a 40-meter knife!
"What should I do? Brother, please help me think of a solution!"
"Hey, it's not difficult!" Liang Yue rolled her eyes and offered a clever idea, "Just say that you and Brother Yi came to the hospital for a premarital examination."
"Ah? We've been married for almost half a year, and we just took a prenatal check-up. It's a bit of a second-rate thing." Xia Yang shook his head in denial.
"Then let's say you had a fight with Brother Yi."
"Uh... This may be suspected of domestic violence."
Liang Yue's ideas were either second-rate or legal, and none of them were easy to use.
After thinking about it, Xia Yang temporarily turned off Mrs. Tang's video call and sent a voice message.
[Yang]: "Grandma, I'm sorry, Brother Xiaoyi and I are in the hot spring pool, so it's not easy to video chat with you~"
After hearing this, Tang Siming and Liang Yue gave a thumbs up: "Sister-in-law is wise, and a handful of dog food can avert danger."
This trick worked well. Mrs. Tang's video phone did not ring again. A few minutes later, she returned two voice messages.
[Grandma]: Excuse me, I just called Xiaoyi a few times and he didn’t answer. I’m a little anxious.
[Grandma]: You guys have fun, I will video chat with you tonight
Xia Yang replied with an "ok" slightly uneasily and put the matter aside for the time being.
…
Towards evening, Han Yi was pushed back from the intensive care unit to the ward suite after the operation.
All indicators are normal and the oxygen mask has been removed.
Tang Siming and Liang Yue came to the bedside to greet each other.
"How do you feel now, Brother Yi? Does it hurt after the anesthesia wears off?"
"But my sister-in-law was so worried that she didn't even eat lunch and kept waiting outside the operating room."
Xia Yang stood behind the two of them and looked at the sick man. Originally he had a lot to say, but now his mind seemed to be completely empty and he couldn't think of anything.
Han Yi waved his hand to Liang Faxiao, indicating that he was fine. The two of them were very discerning and left the ward without saying a word.
Leave the world of two to the couple.
The door of the ward is closed, the air is as quiet as a pool of autumn water, their eyes are facing each other, and the invisible emotions seem to be hidden under the water.
Xia Yang took two steps forward and moved to the side of the hospital bed. The man in front of her looked as usual, with calmness and perseverance in his brows. Even though he had just undergone a major surgery that lasted eight hours, he did not feel depressed. Only his lips were a little white, showing a faint hint of fatigue.
Xia Yang stared into his eyes, her eyes filled with light, and various emotions blended together, hitting his heart.
It was a wonderful feeling, as if the patient was reborn from nirvana and his family members were emotional and caring.
Seeing him cross such a difficult hurdle, I was also moved and happy.
He is such a good actor, he is so deeply involved in the drama!
"Mr. Han..." After a long time, Xia Yang moved his lips, pointed at him, and said softly, "Your lips are dry. Do you want to drink some water?"
Han Yi nodded.
From preoperative preparation to the end of the operation, he had not drank water for ten hours.
"Okay, wait for me, right now!" Xia Yang turned around and was about to pour water, but at that moment, he suddenly remembered what the doctor had told him before.
You should not drink water until 6 hours after surgery.
"Well… "
He had no choice but to turn back and spread his hands in embarrassment, "You are not qualified to drink water yet."
Han Yi: "..."
"Do you think this will work? I'll find a replacement for you," Xia Yang tried to comfort him. He rummaged in his pocket for a long time and took out a small thing that was only half the size of a finger. "We can't drink water for the time being, but Use this to moisturize it, and it will still feel a little better."
Han Yi looked at the thing in his hand: "What is this."
"Lip balm, colorless." Xia Yang replied.
As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the lip balm, applied it to his mouth twice, and then sipped it.
The light pink lips are clean and translucent, even more shiny and moist after applying lipstick, like swaying vivid petals, or like cherries that have been filled with water.
Han Yi's eyes fell on his lips for a while: "Yeah."
"Okay, let me apply it for you."
"No… "
The word "use" was stuck in my throat, but I couldn't make a sound. Han Yi originally stretched out his hand to take the lip balm and apply it himself, but when the young man's lips came into his eyes again, his arm suddenly stopped and stopped moving.
"... Not a bad replacement." He changed his words by mistake.
"Yeah, believe me, I'm right!" Xia Yang smiled, sat down next to him on the bed, put one hand on the pillow, and bent his body into a slightly ambiguous arc.
The light in front of my eyes dimmed, and the distance suddenly shortened. The two breaths were wrapped in warmth, and they occasionally touched each other...
Han Yi could clearly see the cyan veins on Xia Yang's fair neck and the tiny fuzz on his cheeks, and could also smell the faint scent of Gardenia hand soap on his fingers.
He closed his eyes and suddenly seemed to have some kind of illusion.
"It's done." Xia Yang put away the lip balm and kept her original posture, raising the corners of her mouth in a crescent-like arc. "How are you? Do you feel better?"
Han Yi said nothing.
At a short distance, the young man's facial features were magnified, and his lips opened and closed again. They were bright and moist, soft and full. For some reason, a word suddenly popped into his mind - jelly.
It’s hard to explain how this word came to me.
At this time, Xia Yang's voice came from above his head again, pulling his thoughts back.
"You can drink and eat in 6 hours. Do you want to eat anything? I'll ask Butler Fang to prepare it first."
Han Yi paused for two seconds: "Jelly."
"Ah?" Xia Yang was confused, thinking she heard wrongly, "Are you... sure?"
Could it be that too much anesthesia was used to seal the IQ
It’s hard to imagine how an ice sculpture boss would look when he eats jelly... so cute.
"Sure."
"Okay." Xia Yang opened a certain city shopping APP and entered product keywords with doubts on his head.
More than a dozen categories to choose from jumped out of the page. He slid the screen and said, "There are many flavors and styles. Let me read them for you."
"Jello in bowls, jelly in strips, and jelly you can smoke. Which one do you want?"
Han Yi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his Adam's apple rolling slightly: "The kind that can be sucked."
"Oh, okay."
After placing the order and paying, Xia Yang returned to sit on the sofa beside the bed, and the air became quiet again.
Han Yi looked at the time: "Did you not eat at noon? Go and eat now."
"Don't eat now, I'm not hungry." Xia Yang said, rubbing his stomach. My belly is flat, but I really don’t feel hungry. I guess I’m waiting for 6 hours to get hungry again.
"Then go and rest." Han Yi watched him yawn twice in succession and added.
"...I'm not sleepy either." Xia Yang shook her hair and looked at him, "You just finished the operation and are feeling weak. You can sleep a little longer."
As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, placed it on Han Yi's eyelids, and gently stroked it down.
Han Yi: "..."
"Sleep peacefully." Xia Yang said softly.
Han Yi waved his hand away: "I thought you were going to say, rest in peace."
“…”
Neither of them felt sleepy, so they stayed like this for a while. Suddenly, Xia Yang remembered something.
"By the way, when you were undergoing surgery just now, grandma sent a message saying that she wanted to have a video chat with us."
"What? Video?" Han Yi's eyes froze and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Grandma said she called you several times but no one answered. She must be worried, so she wanted to see it with her own eyes to feel reassured."
Han Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Although the operation is currently considered successful, there is still a period of observation, and he does not plan to let Mrs. Tang know about the operation now.
He stretched his arms and seemed to want to sit up, but the person next to him took action in time and held him down.
"Don't move," Xia Yang said with a serious expression on his face, "The doctor specifically told you not to move around for 72 hours. You can't sit, stand, lie down, or poke your head out. You can only stay in bed and be obedient." Lie flat."
Han Yi: "..."
"Follow the doctor's orders and don't let me tie you to the bedside by force." Xia Yang threatened.
In desperation, Han Yi had no choice but to lie back again.
Mrs. Tang wants to video chat with them, and the business cannot be avoided.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Come up."
"Ah?" Xia Yang was stunned, "Where should I go?"
Han Yi didn't speak. He stretched out his hand and patted the vacant space next to him.
The bed in the VIP ward is large, more than enough for two men to lie on it.
Xia Yang watched his movements and pursed her lips shyly: "Are you going to add sex again? Is it a hospital bed play script?"
The author has something to say:
Xia Yang: My plastic husband has become successful and can become a director!
Director Han: Ha.