As soon as the door of the operating room was closed, Ji Liunian couldn't help but soften.

Ling Yichuan immediately helped her up, Ji Liunian was almost paralyzed, and grabbed Ling Yichuan's arm: "Yichuan, my mother ...... her"

"Don't worry, she'll be fine. She'll be fine! Ling Yichuan was not so much comforting Ji Liunian as he was comforting himself.

He was afraid, he was really afraid that An Xiuru would die like this! No, it's impossible, An Xiuru will definitely be alive, and there will be no accidents!

"Don't worry, the doctor is also very experienced this time." In addition to Chen Yu, the director of Renai Hospital is also a good expert in brain medicine, and this time he is the chief surgeon. Although he is not as famous as Joseph and is also the top brain doctor in Uptown, he is still quite good.

Besides, although Joseph has already left, Ling Yichuan has also recruited experts from Shangcheng to consult her mother, An Xiuru's condition is a time bomb, and she may be critically ill at any time. The hospital has also dealt with this situation for a long time, although Chen Yu was a little nervous for special reasons, but soon, everyone in the hospital was mobilized. Even, even the blood bags that An Xiuru might need to use if she was critically ill were arranged under Ling Yichuan's quiet setting.

"You don't have to worry, the doctor has already said that your mother may be in danger, and I have already instructed them to prepare blood bags and related measures a few days ago, just to prevent today's crisis." Ling Yichuan immediately explained that he was the most weak-hearted, so he had already arranged everything when Joseph talked about An Xiuru's condition.

As soon as he heard Ling Yichuan explain this, Ji Liunian felt a little better in his heart. But when I think of my mother, I still feel uncomfortable.

Ling Yichuan was even more worried, but also nervous. Although he is domineering and ruthless, he also does not want to harm someone who does not pose any threat to him in the first place. If An Xiuru really died because of him, he was afraid that he would not forgive himself in his life!

Ji Qixuan was also uncomfortable, he knew this, and now they don't guide An Xiuru every day to be sober.

The doctor performs a craniotomy, which is undoubtedly dangerous and takes a long time.

Several people were waiting outside, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour, two hours.

Seeing that the time was almost early in the morning, but the operation had not yet been completed, Ling Mufeng raised his arm to look at the time, and beside him, Ye Zhiqiu also looked tired. When Ling Yichuan saw his parents like this, he simply said, "Mom, it's too late, will you go back?" ”

Ling Mufeng didn't have much expectation for An Xiuru, and when he heard his son's words, he was a little moved, but Ye Zhiqiu looked at the anxious Ji family's father and daughter, thinking that the two had just gotten engaged today, and was a little hesitant: "Isn't it okay?" Anyway, it's all here, and if you wait, you have to have a result. ”

Ling Yichuan also nodded, walked back, and held Ji Liunian's hand, her fingers were cold: "Nannan, don't ......"

He just wanted to persuade her to say "don't worry", but he was beating a drum in his heart, and when he lowered his head, he saw Ji Liunian's eyes were red, his big eyes were teary and confused, but the whole person was still tense on his back, his small fists were clenched tightly, and he couldn't wait to save all the strength of his body, and his head kept staring at the door of the operating room.