Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

In fact, Song Qingchun was also very worried, but she was so panicked when she saw Su. If she was panicking, the two would definitely collapse, so she worked hard and calmly, and found one after another to comfort her. Also by the way, self-consolation.

"Aunt Su, don't worry, maybe the operation started later."

"Aunt Su, maybe the operation is over now, Su Zhinian can come out immediately."

"Aunt Su..."

At ten twenty-five, Song Qingchun sweated in the palm of her hand. In order to relieve her nervousness, she stood up and began to walk along the corridor non-stop.

"Aunt Su..."

"Aunt Su..."

In the quiet corridor, Song Qingchun and Su Mu's words echoed with you.

At ten thirty-five, Song Qingchun's voice began to tremble as an excuse.

At ten forty-five, Song Qingchun's legs couldn't move, she leaned against the wall opposite Su Mu.

At 10:50, Su Mu began to sob softly, and in Su Mu's cry, Song Qingchun's breath became more rapid.

At eleven o'clock, Su's mother cried louder and louder, and Song Qingchun's eyes turned red.

At 11:20, Su Su had completely collapsed, almost crying and fainted several times, and Song Qingchun’s psychological load had reached its limit. Just when she felt she could not support it anymore, the operating room lights finally went out. The door of the operating room was slowly opened.

Su Mo, who was still crying just now, did not know where the strength came from, and suddenly stood up and rushed to the attending doctor who came out of it: "What happened to Anian? Anian is alright. ?"

Song Qingchun wanted to straighten her body and follow the past, but she found that she was so weak all over her body that she could not move at all, and her wet, wet back was all sweat.

The attending doctor took off the mask, and the highly concentrated operation for three hours made him look tired: “Mr. Su’s operation was successful, but he still needs 24 hours of close observation. Twenty-four hours, Mr. Su will have no more problems."

Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief and straightened her body reluctantly. She hadn't stepped. Su Su, who was standing in front of the attending doctor, suddenly fainted before her eyes, and she fainted. Fortunately, the attending doctor was close and helped her in time. Su mother, and then with the help of nurses, sent Su mother to the ward. After the inspection, a bottle of needle was pierced.

Song Qingchun waited until Su's mother's situation stabilized before going to Su Zhinian's ward.

He was filled with various tubes, a lot of monitoring instruments were placed next to him, a new needle eye was pierced on the back of his hand, and the hanging needle just hung up, but only lost one percent of the liquid medicine.

Su mother just didn't have a good rest in the past two days. In addition, she was mentally and physically exhausted, and there was a phenomenon of low blood sugar. There was a nurse guarding, and it didn't matter. Song Qingchun moved a chair and devoted herself to Su Suinian.

When the day was about to dawn, Su Mu woke up, and she also became more energetic and came to Su Zhinian's ward.

Song Qingchun did not rest for two days and two nights. Su Su said she came to guard and let her go home to rest. Before Su Zhinian did not escape the danger, Song Qingnian was really worried and did not leave. She lay directly in Su Zhinian's ward Resting on the sofa.