Luo Yi stood outside the operating room with a pale face, fidgeting and walking around, and occasionally looking up at the closed door with a red light.

"Xiaoyi, come and sit down first."

Ran Ruo, who rushed over after receiving the call, frowned, and she persuaded her baby daughter bitterly.

From the moment she arrived at the hospital, her daughter had been walking around outside the operating room, almost 2 hours, and she still stubbornly refused to come and sit down.

Shaking his head again, Luo Yi turned the Anfu silver bracelet on his left wrist, and kept praying silently in his heart, hoping to bless Grandma Yun in the operating room with peace and well.

Mu Danchen, who had been standing next to the operating room, frowned, he could understand Luo Yi's sadness and uneasiness, and he also knew that she could only keep herself from collapsing in this way.

Time continues to pass inexorably minute by minute, and the people outside the operating room come and go, they come and go, and they come and go.

The night was pushed to half past nine in the evening, and the red light outside the door finally turned green.

The doctor in a white coat walked out of the operating room exhausted, and he took off the mask that covered his mouth and nose.

"The old man is out of danger for the time being, and he will continue to observe tonight."

His gaze swept over the people gathered in front of him one by one, and a heavy look appeared on his face.

"The old man's body is already not optimistic, and the only thing I, a doctor, can do now is to try to let her see the dawn of tomorrow."

At this point, he shook his head, sighed helplessly, and asked the nurse to push the old man, who was still in a coma, to the intensive care unit.

The neighbors who came to visit the old man lowered their heads sadly, and some of them secretly wiped the moisture that couldn't help but gush up.

Half an hour later, they returned home first at Roy's insistence.

The people guarding outside the intensive care unit are only Ran Ruotian, Luo Yi, Liang Miaoyi, Mu Danchen, and Haisheng.

"Mom, you and Aunt Liang and Uncle Hai should also go back first."

Luo Yi looked up at the withered old man sleeping on the hospital bed, her voice pretending to be strong.

"Xiao Yi..."

"Uncle Hai is watching here, you go back first."

The sturdy Haisheng categorically rejected Luo Yi's proposal.

"No, you all go back first, and Muzi and I stay."

Luo Yi's eyes looked at Haisheng firmly, and such burning eyes could not be refused.

"Me"

Hai Sheng wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by his wife:

"Xiaoyi, if you have anything, you must call us first."

Turning her head, she said to Ran Ruotian on the side:

"Let's go, let's go back first."

Liang Miaoyi pulled Haisheng's arm, and after giving a knowing Ran Ruotian a look, she took Haisheng's elbow and walked to the quiet corridor of the hospital.

"Xiaoyi, Mom listens to you, but you promise Mom not to exhaust yourself."

Holding her daughter's somewhat cold hand, Ran Ruo leaned to look at the young man who had only introduced himself to her.

"Muzi, don't be too tired, Auntie will ask you to take care of Xiaoyi tonight."

I don't know the relationship between him and his daughter, but he looked at his daughter's eyes, which made her guess a few points, but I don't know if his daughter also has this intention.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of Luo... Dependent. ”

A nickname for Lolo, he almost blurted out.

Nodding heavily to Luo Yi's mother, Mu Danchen solemnly made his promise.

Turning his eyes, he looked at the slender and lonely back, and in the light of his eyes, he was naturally full of pity and love.

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