Chapter 233: The Double-Faced Princess: The Sleeping Angel
The next day, Dongfang Yanye and Su Xiaoyin were waiting anxiously outside the operating room door in the corridor of the hospital.
It has been nearly three hours since Su Ziyue was pushed into the operating room. Dongfang Yanye didn't know how he survived the time. For him, this was an inhuman torture.
In his long and slender hands, he held tightly the ring that Su Zyue gave him yesterday. He almost embedded the ring deeply into his flesh. His mind was filled with images of Su Zyue being filled with love when he was pushed into the ward.
He looked at her eyes with care. For some reason, the uneasiness in his heart became deeper and deeper. He was so afraid that she would forget him.
Su Xiaoyin also stared eagerly at the bright light in front of the operating room door. Her heart was filled with uneasiness and fear.
Finally, the lights in front of the operating room went out, and as the white door slowly opened, the doctors and nurses walked out pushing the stretcher.
"Doctor, how is she?" Dongfang Yanye stood up almost at the same time as Su Xiaoyin and asked.
At this time, the attending physician took off his mask and said with a smile: "The patient's operation was very successful, but because the congestion has been suppressing the brain nerves, removal now may cause discomfort to the patient and may cause some unpredictable sequelae."
, I hope you are mentally prepared." After the doctor finished speaking, he left.
Then, the nurse transferred Su Ziyue to the VIP ward
"Ms. Nurse, how long will it take for my daughter to wake up?" Su Xiaoyin asked worriedly while stroking Su Ziyue's pale cheek.
"You should wake up as soon as the anesthetic wears off. You don't have to worry." The nurse comforted Su Xiaoyin.
But until dusk, Su Ziyue was still sleeping quietly, with no intention of waking up.
In the sky outside the window, the rose-colored clouds suddenly started to drop raindrops, which floated into the window in small and dense layers. From time to time, a cold wind blew by, and the pure white curtains were blown in all directions by the wind.
Dongfang Yanye held Su Ziyue's soft little hand tightly, lying beside the bed and watching her quietly.
She was breathing calmly like an angel, her eyes were closed tightly, her long and curled eyelashes cast thin shadows on her white eyelids, and her shallow breath mixed with her unique fragrance lightly spread on his handsome and resolute face.
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He stroked her soft hair over and over again, whispering in her ear the message of love.