Pampering wife without restraint

In the dim light of dawn, the hospital corridor looked particularly deserted.

Gu Jingyu's surgery was scheduled for nine in the morning.

Bai Chenxi stood aside, eyes red, resisting the urge to move forward and hug him.

Her eyes followed the mobile bed closely the moment it was pushed into the operating room.

Her voice trembled slightly: "You must hold on."

Bai Chenxi held his hand tightly, as if to transfer all her strength to him.

Yun Yishu also held Gu Jingyu's other hand tightly, tears falling like beads from a broken string, she choked and said:

"Jingyu, as long as you are safe, I will listen to you in everything."

Gu Jingyu looked at his family and friends in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He felt touched, reluctant, and more importantly, a desire for life.

He tried to force a smile and wanted to comfort them, but found that he was no longer able to speak.

Zhang Yingmei had already stopped crying, her body was shaking with extreme sadness, and she needed Gu Lei's support to barely stand.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and the medical staff prepared to push Gu Jingyu in.

Fu Haoting quickly stepped forward, helped Bai Chenxi up, and said softly: "Xixi, let him in, trust the doctor."

Fu Haoting was fully aware of the severity of Gu Jingyu's condition, so he mobilized all his connections and resources and arranged a top team of doctors in the industry to perform a craniotomy to remove the hematoma for Gu Jingyu.

Bai Chenxi's hand still let go reluctantly, his eyes full of worry.

The door of the operating room slowly closed, isolating Gu Jingyu from everyone else.

Bai Chenxi was waiting anxiously outside the operating room, her hands clenched into fists and she paced back and forth.

Yun Yishu stood there blankly, staring at the door of the operating room, as if she could see what was going on inside.

Time seemed to be particularly long, and every second seemed to be stretched into endless waiting.

Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed frozen, and a tense atmosphere permeated every corner.

The surgeon in charge is an internationally renowned authority in neurosurgery, and his assistants are all experienced and skilled professionals.

On the operating table, Gu Jingyu lay quietly, covered with sterile cloth, with only his head exposed.

His face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and his closed eyes were surrounded by deep dark circles, revealing the pain he had endured during this period.

Even under the effect of anesthesia, his brows were still furrowed, and one could still feel the tension and anxiety in his subconscious.

The black hair on his head was shaved off, and the surgical marking lines were drawn on the bald scalp. There were faint traces of blood on the wound, and the surrounding skin was slightly raised due to the pressure of the hematoma.

As the operation progressed, his body occasionally trembled slightly due to the doctor's operation, but soon returned to calm.

The regular sounds emitted by the monitoring equipment seemed to be his only connection with the world at this moment.

Everything in the operation was proceeding step by step and in an orderly manner.

However, when the operation reached a critical stage, an accident happened without warning.

Gu Jingyu's blood pressure dropped sharply, his heartbeat became extremely irregular, and the monitoring equipment instantly emitted a sharp and piercing alarm.

The doctors' expressions instantly became extremely serious, their eyes revealing tension and concentration.

"Prepare for emergency treatment!" the surgeon shouted, his voice filled with urgency and determination.

The nurses acted quickly, passing on various first aid equipment and medicines.

At this time, the nurse walked out of the operating room in a hurry, holding the critical illness notice tightly in her hand.

Outside the operating room, the people waiting seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar in an instant.

Bai Chenxi's face was as pale as frost, his lips were trembling, and he took the notice with trembling hands, his voice trembling:

"This...how could this happen..."

She stared at the paper with her eyes fixed, tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lips hard to hold them back.

Zhang Yingmei collapsed into her chair as if struck by lightning.

Father Gu covered his face with his hands and whimpered in pain: "Son, please don't get hurt!"

Yun Yishu's legs went weak and he almost collapsed.

She leaned against the wall with her hands, her face pale, and her voice was filled with tears: "What should I do?"

In this atmosphere of despair and fear, Fu Haoting managed to remain calm and rational, which was commendable.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Sign this critical illness notice first, and the doctor can continue to treat you with all his strength."

Finally, Gu Lei signed his name stroke by stroke with trembling hands.

The entire corridor was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and fear, and everyone's heart was tightly clenched, as if it would break in the next second.

Bai Chenxi leaned weakly in Fu Haoting's arms, her tears soaking his clothes.

In the operating room, doctors fought a fierce battle with death against every second.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed extremely long and torturous.

Finally, Gu Jingyu's vital signs gradually returned to normal.

The doctors then breathed a sigh of relief and continued to concentrate on completing the subsequent surgical steps.

After a long wait of 10 hours, the lights in the operating room finally went out.

The doctor came out with a tired face but a relieved smile.

He took a deep breath and announced, "Everyone, the operation was successful. The blood clot in the patient's brain has been completely cleared and he is no longer in danger of death."

After hearing the news, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed and tears of joy burst out again.

The doctor then advised: "Next, he needs to rest well and remember not to get too much stimulation. He will recover slowly."

"That's great! That's great!" Father Gu shouted excitedly, with tears flowing freely.

"Thank God, thank the doctor." Zhang Yingmei cried with joy, then turned to Fu Haoting and Bai Chenxi:

"Thank you very much, if you hadn't run around to find a doctor and arranged everything, we wouldn't know what to do."

Fu Haoting said quickly: "Aunt, don't say that. This is what we should do. As long as Jingyu can get better, it is more important than anything else."

Yun Yishu leaned on Bai Chenxi's shoulder and said excitedly: "He finally made it."

Bai Chenxi also wiped away tears and said with a sob: "Well, it's finally okay..."

Everyone couldn't wait to come to the outside of the ward and look through the glass at Gu Jingyu lying on the hospital bed.

He was sleeping quietly, his face still pale from the surgery, but his breathing was steady and even.

At this time, the nurse came over and said softly:

"The patient currently needs to be under 24-hour observation in the ICU. Once all indicators are normal, he can be transferred to the general ward."

Zhang Yingmei nodded. "Let's go back and prepare some things he needs so that he can use them when he is transferred to the general ward."

Everyone left slowly and reluctantly, with Bai Chenxi standing at the end.

Her eyes seemed to be fixed on the hospital bed, the attachment she felt was beyond words.

Fu Haoting gently held Bai Chenxi's hand and comforted her:

"Don't worry too much! I have arranged bodyguards to protect him in secret and ensure his safety."

Bai Chenxi nodded slightly.