The doctor nodded with relief, "So far, the operation is going well."

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu glanced at each other, and the heart that mentioned the throat finally fell, and even breathing felt much smoother.

"However, the completion of surgery does not mean the completion of treatment, and the patient should be observed for rejection in the future. The first three days after surgery are the critical period, and the patient can maintain it smoothly for three days, which can indicate that the patient has basic immunity. Subsequently, if there is no malfunction or secondary rejection of the implant, the transplant is considered successful." The doctor added.

The scene fell silent again.

Now every word the doctor says can make their mood go up and down, like a roller coaster.

The doctor originally wanted to say that during this period, the patient could die at any time due to poor immunity and infection, but considering the mood of the patient's family at this time, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

I hope that the child can survive the dangerous period.

Now I'm afraid the only thing I can do is pray.

On the night of the operation, the child developed a recurrent fever.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu were frightened by the situation of the Little Youth League, and they stayed outside all night, not even daring to close their eyes, for fear that something would happen to the child.

Luckily, the child's temperature returned to normal the next day.

After hearing the news that the child's body temperature had returned to normal, I couldn't hold on to it, so I went to take a nap.

Mo Sihan didn't dare to go to sleep, he was afraid that something bad would happen as soon as he closed his eyes.

Because he hadn't slept for a long time, Mo Sihan's eyes were bloodshot and looked a little scary.

During the day, Yan Qing was entrusted by Secretary Gong to bring a stack of urgent documents for him to sign, but he didn't expect him to glare at him fiercely and be scared back.

Yan Qing had long known that this would be the result, if Secretary Gong hadn't been calling him all the time, he wouldn't have taken this job waiting to be scolded.

Right now, even if it is a large contract order of hundreds of millions waiting for Mo Sihan to sign, he will not take a look.

There are priorities, and the only thing Mo Sihan cares about now is whether the child can survive this hurdle.

On the third night of surgery, there were still 10 minutes left before 12 o'clock at midnight.

On the bench in the corridor, Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu looked down at their watches in unison.

Seeing that the three-day dangerous period after surgery was about to pass, the two were as nervous as waiting for the New Year's Eve to ring the bell on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Of course, unlike that, this tension is more of a prayer component.

Pray that the suffering will pass soon, and that good luck will come sooner.

Mo Sihan couldn't help but stand up, staring nervously at his watch, and silently counted down in his mouth: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six......

I wish you to empathize with him, and follow the number of seconds by second.

"Tick! Tick!"

As time passed, the seconds seemed to get closer to twelve o'clock with each passing moment.

When twelve o'clock finally came, Zhu Wuwu and Mo Sihan couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, crying with joy.

These three days have been too difficult for children and parents.

The child is suffering inside, and the parents who stay outside the operating room are not living like a year?

When the tense nerve in his brain finally relaxed, Mo Sihan's feet went limp, and he sat down on the stool, never wanting to stand up again.

It had been more than forty hours, and a strong sense of exhaustion swept through his body, Mo Sihan lay down on the bench and soon fell asleep.

Zhu Wuwu knows that Mo Sihan's body has almost reached its limit until now.

The hallway was silent, so quiet that even a person's breath could be heard.

Zhu Wuwu's head was groggy, and she walked to the window to blow the wind.

The cool breeze in the night was a little cool, and after blowing for a while, Zhu Wuwu instantly felt that his head was much clearer.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and I wish the 'peace sign' in the hand of the worry-free being

The wind blew to the ground.

Zhu Wuwu hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, and there was a vague sense of uneasiness that followed.

Could this be a bad omen?

After thinking about it, she felt that she was thinking too much.

Then Mo Sihan, who is worried about the child, has slept peacefully, and there should be no problem.

People, what are you really afraid of, what are you coming?

Suddenly, the door to the operating room opened from the inside, and a nurse rushed out and shouted, "Are you the patient's family? The patient is currently in emergency rescue and needs to sign a critical illness notice!

"Hum~" Zhu Wuwu's head went blank, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was deaf.

For a moment, she thought she was having auditory hallucinations.

With such a loud voice, Mo Sihan was not woken up, which shows how dead he slept.

The nurse beckoned to her, "You're the child's mother, aren't you?" You might as well come and sign it."

Zhu Wuwu finally came back to his senses, only to realize that the scene that happened just now was not an auditory hallucination.

She tried to go over and inquire about the situation, but her feet were so heavy that she couldn't lift them even a little.

Seeing her sluggish appearance, the nurse hurriedly urged, "Come and sign quickly, the patient's condition is very dangerous."

Hearing the word 'danger', Zhu Wuwu's heart suddenly cracked, and the more it tore, the bigger it tore, and the pain was unbearable.

Zhu Wuwu staggered a few steps, and fell to his knees at Mo Sihan's feet, desperately shaking him awake: "Mo Sihan, wake up! Wake up!"

Mo Sihan woke up suddenly, and the carp sat up straight, his eyes dazed and empty for a moment.

What happened?

I saw Zhu Wuwu in a trance, holding his chest, crying there.

After Mo Sihan's eyes returned to clarity, his heart tugged fiercely: "I wish you no worries, what's wrong with you? What are you crying about?"

At this time, the nurse handed the critical illness notice and pen to Mo Sihan's hand: "Mr. Mo, the patient's current condition is very critical, and the family needs to sign this."

Seeing the critical illness notice in his hand, Mo Sihan's whole person was like a lightning strike, like a scarecrow whose soul had been drained, and he was completely at a loss.

Mo Sihan froze in place, and the whole figure fell into the ice cave, and a cold air jumped from the top of his head to the center of his feet.

Until his eyes shrank inch by inch, covered with a terrible scarlet, which was unbearable to look at.

In Mo Sihan's subconscious, the three-day dangerous period has obviously passed, why is this still happening?

The nurse was frozen by his eyes, and didn't dare to say another word, so she just stood there and waited.

"Get out!"

Mo Sihan raised his bloodshot eyes, and tore off the critical illness notice in a fit of anger, his voice cold as a devil crawling up from hell.

The nurse ran away in fright, and the situation was clearly not something she could handle.

Mo Sihan's ears seemed to be deaf, and he couldn't seem to hear anything, and his whole body was shivering with cold.

His heart was like thousands of ants crawling, drilling countless bloody holes, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The hallway was lifeless, unspeakably quiet.

Zhu Wuwu bit her lip and tried her best to suppress her crying, her shoulders trembled terribly, tears fell one by one, she trembled and stretched out her hand to wipe it, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

*

"Da-da-da!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps from far and near, and Dr. Bai hurriedly ran over: "Mr. Mo."

Mo Sihan grabbed Dr. Bai's collar, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and if he put it on his neck, he could strangle people to death: "What's the matter? Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Mo Sihan's eyes were bloodthirsty and terrifying, trembling all over, like an angry lion.

"Mr. Mo, don't get excited, calm down first." Dr. Bai had never seen Mo Sihan like this.

"How do you want me to calm down?" Mo Sihan's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, "I only want my child

Peace, is it hard? What's the use of you experts?"

Dr. Bai was dragged to the ground by him, and when he got up, he explained, "Mr. Mo, listen to me, now the child is being rescued inside, and it will be useless for you to do this, you might as well calm down first."

"If something happens to the child...... Mo Sihan's stern warning is only halfway before he stops talking.

The ugly words have already been said in front of him, and he shouldn't need to be reminded anymore.

in the operating room.

"Drip—"

At the same time, the instrument made a cold, harsh sound......

Soon after, the door to the operating room opened again, and Dr. Tan walked out with a shaking head: "I'm sorry, we've done our best."

The air seemed to freeze, suffocating to the extreme.

Mo Sihan almost couldn't stand, his heart was like being pierced by ten thousand arrows, and the pain made him unrecognizable, and his eyes were about to split.

In an instant, there was a smell of blood in his throat, and a mouthful of blood directly choked out of his mouth and sprayed on the ground.

The expression of despair that only an extremely painful person can appear on Mo Sihan's face, and in the next second, his eyes turned black and he completely fainted.

The Little Youth League is his life, the child's life is gone, and his half life is also gone.

"Hurry, Mr. Mo fainted......

"Get to the ward."

Such a picture was too cruel, and the doctors present all shook their heads and sighed.

Death never discriminates between young and old, and the last thing doctors want is the death of a young patient.

"How so? Didn't the child get well before?"

"In the process of reconstruction of bone marrow transplant patients, various infections can occur. This is related to the type of patient's condition, organ function, autoimmune response, and complications of the transplant process. Unfortunately, due to autoimmune issues, the child still has a serious exclusion reaction, and we have done our best."

……

After the noise in the corridor gradually faded away, Zhu Wuwu sat there motionless, her eyes dim, as if she had lost her soul.

At this moment, she felt that even the air she breathed was painful.

Dr. Tam came over to comfort her, "Mrs. Mo, we are sorry that there are more than 7,000 rare diseases and 350 million rare diseases in the world. People cannot be resurrected after death, so please mourn and change."

Zhu Wuwu bit her lower lip desperately, her overwhelmed lips tasted a fishy sweetness, and an indescribable pain and self-blame were like a sharp blade, twisting her into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Baby...... Baby......" Tears blurred her vision, and she called the baby's name over and over again, tirelessly.

After a long time, Zhu Wuwu stood up against the wall and left the hospital trembling.

……