When Fu Tingyuan smoked half a pack of cigarettes, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and it had been thirty-six hours since Luo Nan's accident came out of the operating room.

Fu Tingyuan stood up from the bench and looked up to see Luo Nanchu being pushed out of the operating room.

She was pale with an oxygen mask on her face, her eyes quietly closed, and her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyebrows.

It's as if you're asleep.

It's quiet.

Fu Tingyuan's hand holding the cigarette trembled unconsciously a few times, the cigarette butt on his fingertips fell to the ground, he took a light breath, and then slowly walked over.

"The operation was a success." The attending doctor opened his mouth and told him, "The blood in the brain has almost been removed, and the rest just needs to be eliminated by itself." However, the concussion is serious, and you will have to be hospitalized for observation in the next few months, and it will generally not be a major problem, so don't worry. ”

Fu Tingyuan felt that the emotions in his heart were gradually calming down, like a stream pouring into the sea, and finally calmed down. He raised his hand and gently stroked Luo Nanchu's face, then nodded, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

Only then did he feel that he was alive again, the blood frozen in his veins began to circulate, and his fingertips felt the warmth of the blood.

Zijun exhaled slowly, she finally relaxed at this time, walked over to Fu Tingyuan and said, "Fu Shao, you go and rest first." Miss Luo, I'll watch it for you here, and I'll let you know when she wakes up. ”

At three o'clock in the morning, there were not many people keeping vigil outside the operating room, and those who received the news that Luo Nanchu was fine also retreated, and the corridor seemed empty and silent for a while.

Fu Tingyuan: "You haven't slept for a day and a night, go and rest." I'll go see her for a while. ”

Zijun raised her head to look at him, and she also vaguely felt that Fu Tingyuan's attention to Luo Nanchu had far exceeded the love of an elder brother for his sister, and the feeling of family affection was not the same as love.

She nodded, "You rest early." ”

didn't shirk it, turned around and left.

Since Luo Nan's first accident, she has barely closed her eyes, and now it is indeed the end of the strong crossbow, and I am afraid that she will not be able to hold on if she doesn't sleep.

Fu Tingyuan stood in place for a while, then turned around and went to Luo Nanchu's hospital room.

The nurse walked out of the ward, saw Fu Tingyuan coming, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu." ”

"How is she now?"

"The patient has a strong will to survive, and his blood pressure and heartbeat are within the normal range when he comes out of the operating room, and he can wake up when the anesthetic has passed."

Fu Tingyuan nodded, glanced into the ward, and said softly, "I'll go see her." ”

The nurse answered, turned sideways, and watched Fu Tingyuan walk in.

The device was also attached to Luo Nanchu's arm, monitoring her blood pressure and heartbeat.

The anesthetic has not passed, she has not woken up, and the whole person is lying quietly on the bed, looking very well-behaved.

He remembered that the day before yesterday she was singing two tigers to him with her mobile phone, and at that time her voice was brisk, revealing a sense of innocent happiness.

Fu Tingyuan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and gently held her weak hand that was hanging on the hospital bed, her fingers were slender and white, but they were very cold and had no temperature.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to her, "I broke my promise. ”