Jing Jing raised her eyes and looked at the operating room. At this time, the sound seemed to be getting faster and faster. The heart monitor was also desperately trying to sound the sharp warning sound, as if it was the call of death.
Jing Jing's whole body trembled, and she climbed to the door of the operating room again. She looked at the monitor in horror and cried, "No, no, Xiaoyu, nothing can happen to Xiaoyu."
Anjing watched all this, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from crying. At this moment, Anjing's mind was filled with all kinds of terrible speculations.
Feng Haotian comforted her in his ears, and in the operating room, the doctor was trying his best to save her life. At this time, my dear brother, the only relative, was lying quietly in the operating room, with a face like
The walls are generally snow-white, pale and transparent.
Chapter 63 Haotian, save my father (2)
Time passed by, and Anjing could no longer move. He stayed like this, always pressed against the glass door of the operating room, watching all this without blinking. He couldn't panic, he couldn't panic.
Be quiet, you must not panic, you must not be chaotic, you must not panic, you must not be chaotic.
You know, you still have to take care of your brother.
So, you must hold on.
You must, you must hold on.
I don’t know how long it took, but the afternoon sun gradually set. The rays of the setting sun dimmed the benches outside the operating room into a light red color. Soon, the bustling city and the night market came again, and people’s laughter rose again.
The nightlife of this city has begun, and all of this has nothing to do with her.
Until, late at night, the lights in the operating room went out.
At this time, the door inside the operating room was opened, and Jing Jing was in a trance. He walked over with trembling legs and asked, "How is my brother?"
Looking at the doctor's appearance, Jing Jing's heart was in his throat, as if something would jump out at any time, as if something would be lost at any time.
Feng Haotian supported An Jing, looked at the attending doctor, his eyes were nervous, and asked, "How is An Yu's condition now? Is there any danger? How is he doing?"
At the same time, Xu Yan and Situ Xu's greetings came from behind: "Yes, how is Xiaoyu's condition? Is there any danger?"