In the operating room, Nan's father was holding the scalpel tightly, and his hands were trembling slightly.

His eyes were determined and focused, as if he and his patients were the only ones left in the world.

The medical team next to it was equally nervous and focused.

Each of them has their own responsibilities, they cooperate with each other, work together, like a sophisticated machine, where their eyes meet, there is tacit understanding and trust.

With his expertise and experience, Papa Nan handles all possible situations steadily and quickly.

His hands danced between the handle of the scalpel and Nanxi's body, as if playing a symphony of life.

Suddenly, Nanxixi's vital signs began to deteriorate, her blood pressure dropped suddenly, and her heartbeat began to be erratic.

Nan's father's face changed, and he quickly issued instructions to the team, asking for emergency measures.

Every member of the team sprang into action, their movements were swift and orderly, and they knew that every moment could mean the difference between life and death.

Nan's father's eyes never left Nan Xixi on the operating table, his hands were constantly operating, and his voice echoed in the operating room.

His eyes are full of determination and perseverance, which is his respect and dedication to life.

At this critical moment, there was no one in the operating room talking, only the ticking of instruments and the occasional whisper from the medical team.

Everyone faces the patients on the operating table with the utmost concentration, and every breath and heartbeat of them touches everyone's heart.

Finally, after a long and intense operation, the patient began to stabilize.

Daddy Nan's body slackened slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

He looked at the patient on the operating table, his eyes were full of satisfaction and relief, he knew that he did his best, he fought for his life, and he won the battle.

Bei Yichen stood silently in place, his ears trembling slightly, catching the faint sounds around him.

Suddenly, he heard a clear sound of footsteps, which seemed to be coming towards him.

He turned his head slowly, only to see Ye Anli trotting towards him.

His steps are brisk, like a spring breeze blowing through the green meadows, with a fresh vitality.

Ye Anli's eyes flashed with expectation.

Bei Yichen looked at him, their eyes meeting in the air, as if time had stood still at this moment.

In Ye Anli's eyes, Bei Yichen saw his own shadow.

Ye Anli ran in front of Bei Yichen, he stopped, crossed his hands on his hips, and looked at him with a worried expression.

Bei Yichen suddenly stood up quickly from his seat, and the expression on his face changed from shock to doubt.

He looked at the doorway, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He asked, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "Ye Anli, how did you come here?"

His eyes flashed with mixed emotions, seemingly containing surprise, confusion, and a hint of worry.

Ye Anli looked at him with a warm smile in his eyes.

"Of course I'm going to come over for such a big thing."

His eyes were full of concern for Bei Yichen.

When Bei Yichen heard this, the worry and confusion in his eyes disappeared instantly, and they were replaced by full of emotion and joy.

He looked at Ye Anli with tears flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to remember all this in his heart forever.

He shook Ye Anli's hand tightly, and his eyes showed deep gratitude.

Ye Anli's eyes were full of concern, which made Bei Yichen's heart move. He replied softly, "Nanxi Creek is still in surgery, and it hasn't come out yet."

Under the bright light, Bei Yichen's face looked extremely pale.

His eyes were deep and melancholy, as if they carried too much sadness and helplessness.

He shook his head gently, a deep sense of powerlessness in his subtle movements.

"Ye Anli, Nanxixi's situation is not good." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had been covered

The ancient sound of the piano eroded by the years.

His words carried a heavy sadness, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by a few degrees in an instant.

His eyes looked hollow and pale in the light, as if reflecting the pain and struggle in his heart.

He bit his lower lip hard, as if trying to suppress his emotions, but the oozing of blood revealed his heart.

He shook his head, once again denying his powerlessness, his hands clenched into fists, as if trying to control his emotions, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to speak of a desperate helplessness.

"She's in a terrible condition, I'm ...... I really don't know what to do anymore." There was a deep exhaustion and helplessness in his voice, and it was impossible to ignore the pain in his heart.

Ye Anli looked at him quietly and did not speak.

He could feel Bei Yichen's pain and helplessness, and he knew that at this moment, he needed not only comfort, but also understanding and support.

Bei Yichen sat on the bench outside the operating room, his face pale, his eyes hollow, obviously having spent a long and anxious waiting time.

His hands were clenched, seemingly calm, but it could be seen that his knuckles had turned white from excessive exertion.

He glanced at the door of the operating room, which seemed to be the only link between him and Nanxi at this moment. His eyes were full of worry, and his lips were closed, as if he was silently praying for something.

The lights around him were extraordinarily bright, but his world seemed to fall into deep darkness.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears as if it had become a torment, and he glanced at the door of the operating room from time to time, expecting the familiar figure to appear.

Time seemed to stop flowing, his world was only waiting and worrying, and his eyes fell on the door of the operating room again, and the nine hours displayed on the digital monitor made him feel extremely heavy.

Nan Xixi's smile flashed in his mind, her eyes, her voice, those once ordinary images were now so precious, he couldn't imagine what their world would be like if she didn't come out safely.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking his silence. He took out his phone and saw that it was a text message from Nanxi Creek.

His fingers slid gently across the screen, reading her message, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

This message is sent at a timed time set by Nanxi Creek.

Even though he knew he shouldn't cry right now, he couldn't control his emotions.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, knowing that he couldn't break down because Nanxi Creek needed him to be strong.

He looked at the door of the operating room again, hoping that the digital display would become the zero he had hoped it would be. However, time is still passing, and that number has not changed.

His hand clutched his phone tightly as if it were his only support.

His eyes were firm and hollow, and he knew he had to wait, because he loved Nanxi deeply, and he couldn't let her face it all alone.

Ye Anli walked slowly towards Bei Yichen, he gently put his shoulder on his shoulder, and used that warm, comforting hand to silently convey his concern.

He wrapped his arms around his shoulders gently, gently.

It seemed so powerful at this moment, as if it had a magical power that could penetrate his clothes and go directly into his heart, soothing all his uneasiness and fear.

Those bright eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminated the darkness in his heart.

He spoke softly, his voice soft and kind, "Bei Yichen, Nan Xixi will definitely be fine."

This sentence, like warm sunshine, illuminated his heart.

His tone, firm and confident, made it impossible for him not to believe it.

He looked up, and the uneasiness and fear in his heart slowly dissipated.

Bei Yichen nodded gratefully, and then said to Ye Anli, "You better go and see Mo Zining first."

Ye Anli responded

sound, turned around and walked towards Mo Zining's room.

He had some doubts in his heart, Bei Yichen's attitude seemed to be a little unusual, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Ye Anli came to Mo Zining's room and knocked lightly on the door, and Mo Zining's voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Ye Anli pushed the door and entered, only to see Mo Zining sitting on the edge of the bed, his face slightly pale.

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly walked over and asked, "Zining, how are you?"

Mo Zining smiled slightly and shook his head: "I'm fine, but I'm still a little dizzy."

Ye Anli frowned and said, "I'll go and pour you a glass of water."

"No need." Mo Zining took Ye Anli's hand, "I was just wondering if I would tell you something."

Ye Anli was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Zining took a deep breath, as if to calm her emotions, and then slowly spoke, "I had a dream last night."

"Dreams?" Ye Anli asked suspiciously, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of Nanxi Creek." Mo Zining looked at Ye Anli, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, "I dreamed of him......

Mo Zining's words have not all been spoken, and tears have already fallen.

Seeing this posture, Ye Anli hurriedly stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked her hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, Nanxi Creek will be fine, don't worry."

Mo Zining nodded in his arms, and looked up at him with teary eyes, "She's really fine, right?"

"Of course, she'll be fine."

"But she's ...... now."

Mo Zining's heart couldn't be relieved, and she was still very worried about Nanxixi, eager to know her current situation.

Ye Anli seemed to be able to read her thoughts, and said softly, "It's going to be fine, she's still in surgery, and I've already gone to see it just now."

However, now the main knife is Nan's father, he is very powerful, right, we should believe him, right? He's not going to let Nanxi Creek have trouble, right?"

Regarding Ye Anli's words, Mo Zining had no way to refute them, and nodded.