"Master, Miss Manshu, please have something to eat."
Although the housekeeper had no appetite, he cheered up.
If the operation fails, I'm afraid the old man's body will collapse directly.
His two sons and his wife disappeared one after another. Manshu and Azhan were both the old man’s spiritual pillars.
Manshu was still young, and A-Zhan was the support of the Yan family, both young and old.
"What are you eating? I'm not hungry. Let Manshu eat." The old man waved his hand. After sitting for several hours, his buttocks started to hurt.
He stood up and walked down the corridor.
His eyes never left the door of the operating room.
"Miss Manshu, at least you should eat some. If you don't eat, I won't eat either. If this continues, your body will collapse."
"Besides, A-Zhan still needs someone to take care of him after he comes out of the operating room."
I have to say that this sentence touched Manshu.
Yan Zhan needs someone to take care of him, even if they don't have to do it themselves, but he still needs the company of his family, right?
"Heat it again and I'll eat it."
Manshu said this, of course it was not because he suddenly had an appetite.
She was also worried about the old man's health.
After the microwave oven was heated, she called the old man over.
The two of them were originally going to eat in the childhood lounge, but neither Manshu nor the old man wanted to miss the scene when Yan Zhan came out.
So the housekeeper asked someone to find a table for them and put the food on the corridor.
The old man had no appetite, but if he didn't eat, the granddaughter wouldn't eat, so she had to stuff the food into her mouth without tasting it.
As for Manshu, didn't she just eat it so that the old man could eat it?
But despite this, the two of them didn't eat much.
I only took a few bites, which made my stomach feel a little better.
Come on, withdraw!
After the food was removed, the two began to walk up and down the corridor again.
The euphemistic name is: digestion.
But everyone knows that it is anxiety.
Until more than six hours passed, the old man's eyes were red.
The lights in the operating room finally went out, and the door of the operating room was opened from the inside.
The first thing to come out is childhood.
He also looked very tired, but he still told Manshu and others about Yan Zhan's situation immediately.
"Don't worry, the operation went smoothly and the congestion in the skull was cleared."
"If nothing happens, I will wake up within three days."
Childhood just told him that he still had to go in and the matter was not finished yet.
He also asked Manshu to peel a piece of chocolate for him to eat, because he was about to collapse.
Manshu peeled off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
It was as if my childhood blood had returned a little, and I got into it right away.
We waited for about another hour before pushing people out.
Also coming out at the same time were Guo Xinyi and Mr. Guo.
Mr. Guo was helped out by Guo Xinyi.
The easiest one is probably Xun Chuyi.
His expression was as usual, as if he was on vacation in the operating room.
"How is Mr. Guo's health?"
Manshu couldn't just care about his own family. Mr. Guo had been using acupuncture for such a long time, and his body must have been severely exhausted.
Even for doctors who are in good health, administering acupuncture consumes a lot of energy.
What's more, Mr. Guo.
"Fortunately, I can recover after half a month of conditioning. But within half a year, no more acupuncture is allowed."
Xun Chuyi answered Man Shu’s question.
Manshu frowned: "Would it be inconvenient for Mr. Guo to stay in a hotel? It's better to stay at home."
Guo Xinyi had been taking care of his grandfather, but now he said: "It doesn't matter, the hotel service is very good."
Yan Zhentian winked at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper said: "The master asked me to clean up the house in Lumingyuan. It is suitable for resting there. It is very suitable for Mr. Guo to live there."