…

Time passed second by second, and the tension in Yan Muye's heart could no longer be described in words. It's like when you're in a plateau, there's always a strong air pressure that makes you breathless.

'Ding Dong. ’

The green light on the operating room suddenly went out. Yan Muye hurriedly turned around, and as soon as he walked to the operating door, the operating door in front of him opened.

Luo Jiubai was wearing a blue surgical gown, and after he came out, he took off his mask.

"How is it, Leng Fu Xiao is fine." After Yan Muye asked this sentence, maybe she didn't even notice it, and her voice trembled when she asked this sentence.

Yan Muye took a deep breath, and seemed to be feeling the heartbeat and vitality of his body very truly. His own life is related to Leng Fu Xiao's life, if something happens to him, it is estimated that he will be hung up by now.

In the long wait just now, Yan Muye has been comforting herself over and over again with this reason, she told herself very firmly that the main thing is that she is still alive, there is still vitality in her body, and she can still feel a strong heartbeat, which means that Leng Fu Xiao is also alive, in the same world as herself, and lives together.

Luo Jiubai's face was more tired, and he also relaxed: "The master is in a coma now, and the tumor has been cut out of his stomach, maybe during this period of time, the master can only eat liquid food." ”

"Next, I have to look at the changes in his body, this operation still has a certain degree of impact on his body, if it is a complete recovery, it will also depend on the follow-up situation."

"The surgery just organized was considered a success, so you don't have to worry too much."

Yan Muye breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like I had survived.

Perhaps if a person is not facing the exhaustion of life, he may not be able to appreciate the meaning of life. When one day you choose between life and death, you will choose to live, and then you will feel how good it is to be alive.

…

"Thank you, thank you Luo Jiubai."

Yan Muye came to his senses, and then looked behind him: "Leng Fu Xiao, he ......"

Luo Jiubai: "Don't worry, the master will be pushed out in a while, I'm going to change clothes now, you stand here and wait for a while." ”

Wen Qi'er was also standing next to her at this time, and when she saw Luo Jiubai's attitude towards Yan Muye, a feeling in her heart that she didn't know how to describe quickly surged.

Luo Jiubai looked at Wen Qi'er, smiled, and said hello to her.

"Brother Jiu." As soon as Luo Jiubai turned around, Wen Qi'er couldn't help but shout at him.

Luo Jiubai: "It's okay, big brother is fine, I'll go change clothes first, you don't have to worry too much." ”

Wen Qi'er nodded and did not continue to speak.

…

On the hospital bed, Leng Fu Xiao was quiet as if he were a sculpture. He still had the silver-white mask on his face that he hadn't taken off, and Yan Muye could only see the outline of Leng Fu Xiao's face and his thin lips that were good-looking but didn't have a little blood.

"How can Leng Fu Xiao wear a mask on his face?"

"Could it be that he has been wearing a mask all the time for the operation?"

Yan Muye looked at the nurse next to her, and after she finished asking, her fingertips had not yet touched the mask on Leng Fuxiao's face, and she heard: "It was the master who asked for this." ”