Is Chapter 762 still counting?

This sentence is like a comfort to Qiao Sixian, and it is like a promise to her.

Joe looked at him for a few seconds and was silent.

Behind him, the expert in charge of the surgeon suddenly took a long breath and put down the scalpel in his hand: "Okay......

Qiao Weiwei and Li Yeting immediately looked at the chief knife expert at the same time.

The expert took two steps back and whispered to the person beside him, "Stitch the old man." ”

Qiao only let go of Qiao Sixian's hand, and immediately followed, and hurriedly asked, "The operation was successful?" ”

"This is the severed side of the lung." The expert pointed to the plate on the side and said, "This side is almost completely necrotic, there is no need to leave it in the first place, it doesn't matter if a person has only one lung, it won't affect daily life." ”

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?" Joe asked as he followed.

"There is a little blood in his brain, but the problem is not big, the medicine can be digested, he may be in a coma for a period of time after surgery, it is possible for five days or ten days, and the sequelae of chest tightness and shortness of breath will definitely be there after waking up, but be careful not to exercise vigorously, don't always move the breath, there will be no big problem."

"He's in a good mood, and the cancer will spread more slowly, and you should all understand these truths."

The expert said, paused, turned back and pointed to the bucket on the side, and said: "He suddenly became ill this time because he was too emotional, and the blood and pus in the necrotic lungs here poured in, and choked into the trachea, which led to a blood-spurting coma." ”

"If it weren't for Mr. Li's people staring at him outside the ward, his old man would have been sent to the rescue room in time, and the immortals would have no way to return to heaven."

Qiao Wei didn't know why Qiao Sixian suddenly became ill, but he felt that it must have something to do with him.

"Not in the future......" She watched the doctor on the side stitch up Qiao Sixian's wound, only to feel that after a while, she was afraid to come up, and her legs were also weak.

Li Yeting sent the expert to the door, and the two whispered a few words.

After sending off the expert, he turned around and saw Qiao sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring at Qiao Sixian, who had finished the operation, silently wiping his tears, sighing secretly, turning around, carrying her to the empty operating room on the side, and taking off his gloves to help her wipe her tears.

Qiao Wei snorted lightly and lowered his eyes to look at Li Yeting, who was half-squatting in front of him.

In the past, she hated that Li Yeting always sent people to follow her and Qiao Sixian, but if it weren't for Li Yeting's people today, Qiao Sixian would definitely be dead.

"It's all right." He gently rubbed the corners of her red and swollen eyes in distress and said.

After a pause, he whispered to her: "I will definitely change it in the future, and I won't be so impulsive again." ”

Everything started because he kidnapped An Ning.

Joe only looked at him, and the tears of fear still flowed uncontrollably.

The more he helped Joe wipe it, the more tears she were.

Li Yeting was a little at a loss, sighed again, reached out to take her into his arms, and apologized to her softly: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm sorry ......"

Why wasn't he afraid?

What he was afraid of was that if Qiao Sixian really had something bad this time, Qiao would never forgive him in his life.

He would only be more worried about Qiao Sixian's safety than Qiao Wei.

Joe's only warm little face was buried in his neck, tears wetting his collar, but he never spoke.

It was a long time before Joe let go of him.

"I'll go to the ward." She pursed her mouth and whispered.

Li Yeting followed her up, suddenly grabbed her hand, and gently pulled her into his arms again.

Joe's only face with light makeup was already covered with tears, and he pulled a disinfectant towel next to her to help her delicately wipe off the mascara around her eyes.

While helping her wipe it, he was cold, and suddenly asked her softly: "So, do you count the words you said in front of the old man just now?" ”