Jing Jing became a little anxious. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the operating room opened. Jing Jing also forgot about Feng Chengjun's legs and immediately stood up. Every time, Xiao Yu entered the operating room,
She seemed to have walked through the gate of hell once, and this time, it was the same.
During the few hours she went in, she was really miserable.
The attending doctor came out, took off the mask, looked at An Jing, frowned and said, "Don't let the patient be frightened in the future, let alone hurt him anywhere. Do you understand?"
After Anjing heard this, she nodded immediately. Although she already understood the meaning of the doctor's words, she couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Doctor, how is my brother's condition now?"
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Without hearing what the doctor said, she would not be able to truly feel at ease from beginning to end.
After hearing this, the doctor glanced at An Yu, sighed and said, "We are out of danger now, but we should not frighten or stimulate the patient again in the future."
Of course, if there is a chance, the surgery should be performed earlier, but this also requires suitable bone marrow.
Mr. Feng has already explained these things secretly, so there is no need for him to tell her any more and make her worry.
After An Jing listened, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly and said, "I understand, thank you, doctor, thank you."
The doctor waved his hand and left.
When he went to the ward, An Yu was still lying there quietly. Recently, Xiaoyu has become more and more prone to being frightened and stimulated, so he was admitted to the hospital.
Thinking of this, Jing Jing became even more worried, but besides that, is there any other way?
An Yu's condition had just come out of the operating room, and it was not appropriate to visit him for too long, so after watching quietly for a while, he was kicked out by the nurse.
Quietly stood at the door, looking at An Yu lying inside, with unconcealable worry in his eyes.
Feng Chengjun on the side comforted her and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
After An Jing listened, she laughed bitterly. She turned her head and looked at Feng Chengjun. Then she thought of the injury on Feng Chengjun's leg. She hurriedly supported Feng Chengjun and said anxiously: "Senior, what's wrong with your leg?"
You're still injured, why are you running with me?"