bookrandom Chapter 590 The operation went smoothly
Chapter 590 The operation went smoothly
In the quiet medical room of the city center hospital, bright lights poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the entire room with brightness and transparency.
The soft light seemed to cover this space with a layer of warm gauze, but it could not dispel the traces of fatigue and tension in the air.
Wu Lan leaned against the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep without knowing when. Her head tilted slightly to one side, with a few strands of hair scattered on her cheeks.
His eyes, which were usually bright and lively, were now tightly closed, and his breathing was even and gentle, as if he had found a brief moment of peace in this weary world.
Mu Xiaoji's eyes trembled slightly in his sleep, and his consciousness gradually woke up from the chaos. His thoughts seemed to be struggling through the fog, slowly focusing.
When he slowly opened his eyes and began to look around, the familiar furnishings of the infirmary gradually came into view. Only then did he realize that he was still in the infirmary and had fallen asleep after fainting in the corridor.
His eyes inadvertently fell on Wu Lan beside the bed, and in an instant, Andreas's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Mu Xiaoji was startled and hurriedly tried to stand up. However, the moment he moved, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if countless sharp needles were piercing him at the same time, and the pain made him gasp.
He subconsciously put his hands over his abdomen, and then he realized that he was not wearing any clothes. His upper body was exposed to the air, and his skin felt a slight chill.
Wu Lan was awakened from her sleep by the sudden noise. She opened her eyes sleepily and saw Mu Xiaoji half-lying on the bed.
Her eyes were instantly filled with surprise, and she quickly asked with concern: "Xiaoji, are you awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?
The bruises on your back are quite large. The doctor just said that it might be caused by a strong external force.
This causes local capillary rupture and bleeding. How do you feel now? Do you have any symptoms like dizziness or nausea?
Mu Xiaoji felt a little embarrassed by the question. He subconsciously pulled up the corner of the quilt to try to cover his naked upper body.
He asked anxiously, "I'm fine. What time is it now? Is Andreas's surgery over?"
Wu Lan nodded quickly and said, "He's out. The operation went smoothly. He's out of danger and is now in the intensive care unit!
The doctor said the next 24 hours are a critical observation period, and we must closely monitor all vital signs to prevent complications such as postoperative infection and organ dysfunction.
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji's originally tense eyes finally calmed down a little, as if a huge stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.
For a moment, the two didn't know what to say. The infirmary suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of each other's light breathing echoing in the air.
Just then, the door was pushed open with a creak, and Xiao Yanfang walked in with brisk steps.
When she saw Mu Xiaoji wake up, her tired face immediately lit up with joy and said:
"Mr. Mu, are you awake? Are you hungry? I know you lost too much blood due to your injuries, and you need to replenish your energy and blood.
So I packed you some red bean and eight-treasure porridge. It’s nutritious and easy to digest. Would you like to try some?”
Mu Xiaoji was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Thank you, I..." The words came to his lips, but he stopped.
Seeing this, Wu Lan hurriedly picked up a bag beside the bed, with a gentle smile on her face, and said caringly:
"I went out this afternoon and bought you a set of clothes. The clothes you were wearing before were all bloodstained and looked scary. They were also badly damaged and could no longer be worn, so I threw them away for you."
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji smiled faintly and said, "Thank you. Have you seen my phone? I want to call my family and let them know I'm safe so they don't worry."
When Xiao Yanfang heard this, she turned and walked to the clothes rack, took out her cell phone from her white coat pocket, then walked to the bedside, handed it to Mu Xiaoji and said:
"Here, it's already midnight and your family should be asleep. You should eat the porridge while it's still hot before you fight! Don't go hungry."
Mu Xiaoji took the phone, but suddenly realized that he was still shirtless. He said a little embarrassedly, "Can you two step aside for a moment? Let me put on my clothes."
When Xiao Yanfang heard this, she suddenly felt a surge of evil humor in her heart, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She joked, "When you were stripped naked, everyone saw what you should and shouldn't have seen. Isn't it too late to be shy now?"
Mu Xiaoji suddenly felt a surge of heat on his cheeks, and his face instantly turned red to his neck. He was embarrassed and anxious, and was speechless for a moment: "You..."
Wu Lan looked at Mu Xiaoji's embarrassed look and couldn't help but smile, saying comfortingly: "She was just teasing you!
Hurry up and get dressed, I'll go back first!" After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door, just holding the door handle.
Then Mu Xiaoji shouted, "Xiaolan..."
Wu Lan turned to look at Mu Xiaoji, only to see a complicated expression on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Thank you! Be careful on the road!"
After hearing this, Wu Lan smiled, her smile as bright as a flower blooming in spring. She nodded gently, then opened the door and her figure gradually disappeared at the door.
Mu Xiaoji's gaze slowly fell on the bag containing clothes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He knew very well that in this dangerous and exhausted moment, Wu Lan's consideration and warmth were like a ray of light in the darkness, giving him great comfort.
Xiao Yanfang gently stirred the steaming red bean and eight-treasure porridge with a spoon while teasing Mu Xiaoji, "Everyone's gone, and you look at them like you can't bear to see them go?"
Mu Xiaoji looked at Xiao Yanfang helplessly and said, "You must be joking. My son is already that old. Don't say such things."
Xiao Yanfang didn't take it seriously and replied with a smile: "So what? I have been working in the hospital for so long.
I'm very sensitive to people. I can sense that Wu Lan feels differently about you. Don't deny it."
Mu Xiaoji no longer paid attention to Xiao Yanfang's teasing. He reached out to open the bag of clothes, quickly took out the shirt and began to put it on.
Seeing that Mu Xiaoji didn't respond, Xiao Yanfang continued to smile and said, "Oh, you're not shy anymore? Just now you were blushing like a big apple."
Mu Xiaoji turned a deaf ear to him, dressed himself, and then asked, "Where is my prosthesis?"
When Xiao Yanfang heard this question, she put down the spoon that was stirring the eight-treasure porridge in her hand, looked at Mu Xiaoji puzzledly, and asked, "Where are you going so late?"
Mu Xiaoji's eyes revealed a hint of worry, and he said anxiously, "I want to go see Andreas. I wonder if he has any other adverse reactions after the operation. I'm really worried."
Xiao Yanfang looked at Mu Xiaoji's anxious expression and quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, Dr. Liu heard that Andreas is your good friend.
I've been working overtime today and have been keeping watch in the duty room! If there is any situation, he will definitely deal with it immediately.
"Just rest here and recuperate. You should know that you are also seriously injured! Don't run around. It's not too late to go see him tomorrow morning. He can't escape."
Mu Xiaoji thought what Xiao Yanfang said made sense, so he picked up his phone and was about to call Jiang Shuo. However, when he pressed the power button, the screen did not respond, and he realized that the phone was turned off.
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Yanfang anxiously, "Do you have a charger? My phone is out of battery! If I don't contact my family, they'll be worried sick."
Xiao Yanfang looked at Mu Xiaoji's anxious expression and soothed him softly, "Don't worry, sit down and wait for a while, I'll find one for you.
Eat the porridge while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold. I bought this porridge specially from the famous porridge shop near the hospital. It's a thoughtful gift from them!"
After saying that, she threw a coquettish glance, turned and walked towards the door, gently opened the door, and then her figure disappeared outside the door.
At the same time, on the other side of the city, Zhou Li was driving the BYD car, speeding towards the Goldsmith Bay Villa in the night.
The atmosphere in the car was tense and depressing, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground intertwined.
Zhou Li held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the front, however, his heart was surging like waves.
While driving the car, he would occasionally free up one hand to call Mu Xiaoji.
Every time, the receiver would hear that cold and mechanical voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later."
Zhou Li's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it! Why is it always turned off?"
At this moment, the unreachable phone call was like the inky night, hanging heavily on Zhou Li's anxious heart, as if there was an invisible boulder pressing on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He was convinced that Mu Xiaoji might be the savior and good doctor who could cure his wife's intestinal cancer. Every time his wife was tormented by the pain, it was like a heavy yoke, ruthlessly strangling her lifeline and making her suffer unbearably.
Thinking of the helpless look in his wife's eyes before he left the house, the worry in his heart surged like a tide;
The car speed increased a bit unconsciously, as if this would allow them to reach their destination as quickly as possible, find Mu Xiaoji, and rescue his wife from her suffering.
Then, in that small and cramped room, the space seemed to be compressed to the extreme, and the simple furnishings looked even more shabby.
The air was filled with a mixture of old smells and the scent of traditional Chinese medicine, which made people feel depressed and breathless.
My daughter Xiaoxue huddled on the sofa, tightly holding her injured wrist. Her fair little hand looked particularly pitiful because of the bloodstains.
Her big eyes, which used to be lively and bright, were now staring blankly ahead, filled with fear and helplessness, like a bottomless cold pool.
Her little ears pricked up, as if she could hear her father burst through the door at any moment, bringing the doctor with him.
Every second of waiting seemed as long as a century to her, and the anticipation in her heart surged like a tide, almost drowning her.
On the large bed in the inner room, his wife's hair was disheveled, strands clinging to her sweat-soaked cheeks. She had been completely overcome by the pain that followed her everywhere, and had fallen into a coma.
Those originally beautiful lips were now as pale as paper, completely devoid of any blood color. Anyone who saw her like this would feel a surge of pity in their heart.