Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his head, his slightly blurred eyes finally regained consciousness under Qianxing's increasingly strong palms.
She raised her hand, slowly touched the corners of her eyes, closed her eyes for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
"I won't collapse." She said, "If he doesn't collapse, he won't collapse, and I won't collapse...Besides, he promised me..."
Qianxing held her tightly, not daring to let go.
"He promised me that he would come back safely..." she murmured, "he won't keep his word."
Outside the operating room, every minute and second is stretched infinitely.
Zhuang Yibo sat motionless, and Qianxing didn't dare to leave even half a step.
Until the lights outside the operating room finally went out.
Zhuang Yibo stood up immediately, and Shen Ruiwen immediately stepped forward to meet the doctor who had just left the operating room.
"The bullet has been taken out," the doctor said, "but the place where the bullet passed through is a key part of the body. The injured is still in a coma due to severe injuries and has not yet been out of danger... Your family members must be mentally prepared."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qianxing immediately grabbed Zhuang Yibo's hand tightly.
Who knows that Zhuang Yibo just stood quietly, as if he heard something, but also as if he heard nothing.
A few minutes later, Shen Wangjin, who was still unconscious, was pushed out of the operating room.
Probably because they were worried that the family members would be agitated, the nurses and caregivers were on guard when they pushed him out of the operating room. However, Zhuang Yibo just stood by silently, his eyes flitting from Shen Wangjin's closed eyes, and there was no trace of blood on his face. She still
It's peaceful.
Until Shen Wangjin was sent to the intensive care unit.
Zhuang Yibo stood outside the custody room, looking at the person lying inside through a thick glass window.
She was obviously worried and apprehensive, but except for a brief moment of losing control after learning that Shen Wangjin had cancer, she never lost her composure.
This seemed to be a good reaction from her...but Qianxing was still worried.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhuang Yibo suddenly looked away, picked up his phone and checked the time.
Qianxing saw this and said quickly: "Yibo, what's wrong?"
"I want to go out and buy something." Zhuang Yibo whispered.
"Whatever you want to buy, I'll buy it for you." Qianxing said.
"No." Zhuang Yibo whispered, "I want to choose by myself, will you accompany me?"
Qianxing nodded quickly.
She thought Zhuang Yibo was going to buy some necessities for Shen Wangjin, but she didn't expect that the two of them actually came to the lighting mall.
It was already evening, and many businesses in the mall were already closing. Even so, Zhuang Yibo still took her around the entire mall, and finally bought an ordinary-looking floor lamp in a store.
Qianxing recognized this lamp as it was the same model as the lamps previously placed in Shen Wangjin's apartment.
At first she had wondered why Shen Wangjin placed so many identical lamps at home, but now it seemed that they must have been her handiwork.
The two bought lights and returned to the hospital.
Zhuang Yibo adjusted the brightness to a very soft one, and then asked the nurse to help him put the light into the ward.
At this moment, the lights in the ward were still very bright.
But when the lights dimmed, the orange light became the brightest and warmest place in the ward. It was placed on the wall at the end of his bed. He could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.
"He will get better when he sees this light." Zhuang Yibo whispered.