When she wakes up, regardless of the outcome, whether good or bad, there should be one. Otherwise, after a night of suffering, having just undergone surgery, she will feel worse than death.
Better to have a good sleep.
"Well done." Mu Liang's voice was slightly hoarse. They came early, fearing they wouldn't see Lu Bai for the last time.
Unexpectedly, the surgery took so long.
Lu Bai's first vascular rupture occurred five hours ago, the second time, pancreatic hemorrhage, came on even more fiercely. Experts from all fields arrived; it wasn't just a liver surgeon, there were also specialized internal medicine doctors on standby, ready to consult and make decisions at any time.
Lin Jingsheng sat carelessly to the side, stretching his legs, his whole body tensed tightly. Usually elegant and mindful of his image, Lin Jingsheng paid no attention to his posture.
He just hoped Lu Bai would be safe.
