Li Fang poured him a glass of whiskey and said, "No matter how worried you are, you can't go into the operating room to help him with the surgery. Relax, my doctor will do his best. As for the rest, it's really up to fate."
Fu Nanli was in no mood to drink. He placed his glass on the low table next to the sofa and said, "We must save him."
Li Fang had a headache.
If Fu Nanli still had some affection for his half-brother, then Li Fang, an outsider, could be said to have no sympathy for his young master's rival.
This kid and his mother with distorted values came with great force, heading for the huge fortune of the Fu family. As a supporter of the young master, he does not have the young master's broad-mindedness.
Furthermore, the location of Qin Bei's knife wound was not very good, how could he be saved just by the superior saying "he must be saved"
The knife had stabbed deep, almost penetrating the chest. He couldn't say whether any important organs had been damaged, and he couldn't guarantee whether the patient could be saved.
"Did you hear what I said?" Fu Nanli's voice became more subdued, carrying an intimidating aura.
Li Fang could only tell the truth: "I can only try my best. I can't guarantee anything."
Wen Qiao wiped his hands with a towel and walked out of the bathroom, his eyes full of worry: "What's wrong?"
Li Fang: "Still in surgery."
Wen Qiao sat next to Fu Nanli and shook his hand: "It will be fine."
She felt sorry for Fu Nanli. The brotherly love and respect that Fu Nanli longed for was ultimately difficult to achieve because of this secular world.
She only hoped that Gu Xiao could turn danger into safety this time, and then realize that Fu Nanli had never intended to deal with him.
Fu Nanli's deep eyes were filled with lingering fear: "Just now in the club, who told you to stand in front of me so recklessly?"
Wen Qiao touched his neck and said, "I didn't have time to think at that time. It was just instinct... Am I fine?"
Fu Nanli held her hand and said solemnly: "Wen Qiao, you are not allowed to take any risks for me anymore. Do you hear me?"
Wen Qiao said perfunctorily: "I know, I know. You won't encounter such a thing again in the future."
Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist tightly: "Answer me seriously."
Wen Qiao stared into his eyes: "I can't guarantee this. This is the body's instinct. It's out of control."
Fu Nanli's brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (川) character. He really had no idea what to do with this girl.
He closed his lips lightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he just reached out and touched her head, "You..."
The waiting time for the surgery was so long, from 8:30 in the evening until midnight.
There was a knock on Li Fang's office door, and Wen Qiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
The person who came in was the chief surgeon. He said solemnly, "The knife has been pulled out, and the bleeding has stopped. The left lung lobe is seriously injured. He needs to be observed in the intensive care unit for a day. There is no sign of recovery at the moment."
Wen Qiao: "What does it mean that there is no sign of awakening? Will he die?"
"I'll have to check the vital signs again in a day before I can reply to you."
So, Gu Xiao was transferred to the ICU.
Wen Qiao couldn't let go of her worries, and although Fu Nanli didn't show his emotions, she knew that he must be very worried too.
At the same time, the Fu family’s public relations Weibo sent out 26 lawyers’ letters. All media that reported on the matter of the Fu family’s illegitimate child, whether they were regular media or self-media, received a copy, without exception, and all received a lawyer’s letter from the Fu family.
(End of this chapter)