From time to time, Mu Wanqing would turn her head anxiously to look in the direction of the operating room, while Yang Mufan was sitting there like a statue, unmoving...
In the eyes of outsiders, the silent admirer Fan has always been fearless and calm in the face of danger. They are convinced that no matter what happens, admire admirer can deal with it calmly and tactfully.
However, all of this seems to be because everyone thinks too much and has too high expectations for him.
After Yang Mufan remained expressionless for a short time, he began to ask Sirius for cigarettes.
When he was lighting a cigarette, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even light it.
The three brothers of the Tian family stood in the corridor, watching Yan Mufan become more and more unsteady as time went by. They looked surprised and worried at the same time.
After all, the person fighting death inside was none other than his biological son who was by blood.
A man like Yang Mufan, who is arrogant and arrogant, can't help at this critical moment. He can't bear any pain and difficulty for his son. Tianlang and the others know in their hearts that Yang Mufan is blaming himself at this moment.
and uncomfortable.
For the next two hours, Yang Mufan smoked one cigarette after another without stopping.
Mu Wanqing went from being nervous and anxious at the beginning to gradually calming down.
Sniffing the increasingly pungent smell of smoke in the corridor, her slender eyebrows could not help but wrinkle into twists.
She turned to look at the man who was puffing away, his handsome face blurred by the white mist. She suddenly reached out and took hold of Yang Mufan's hand holding the cigarette between his lips.
She said: "Stop smoking, it's not good for your health."
Admiring Mu An's surgery, Nishimachi said: It was very successful.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he exited the operating room.
Mu Wanqing felt her heart twisting as she looked at her son, who had his eyes closed tightly and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
Yang Mufan bent down and looked down at his unconscious son on the bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It was hard to describe the feeling. He felt it was more painful than someone slashing him with a knife.
If possible, he could not wait to take the knife for Yang Mu'an.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Nishimachi, asking: "When will my son wake up?!"
Nishimachi replied: "If nothing goes wrong and there is no rejection reaction in the heart, you will wake up in three days, and you can be transferred to the VIP ward in five days."
In a blink of an eye, he saw everyone present gathered around the hospital bed, reaching out to touch Yang Mu'an. Nishimachi frowned and reminded: "The little prince has just undergone surgery, and his resistance is very weak. You have not disinfected it. Don't do it."
If you touch it, you may infect him with the virus."
Before Sirius and the others could digest Nishimachi's words in their brains, they heard Yang Mufan's thundering roar, shocking the world: "If you continue to touch my son casually, believe it or not, I will chop off yours right now."
Pig’s trotters?!”
"..."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and countless black lines slid down their foreheads. Nishimachi is here. He will enter the ICU in a while and will be disinfected. If he touches it now, it really won't hurt...