Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

The driver didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately took Song Shiye to the operating room.

They walked through the hospital corridor in a hurry, as if time had become tense at this moment.

The operating room was in the corner of another floor. The surrounding environment was unusually quiet. There was no one outside the corridor, making it seem particularly deserted.

Only the light with the words "In Surgery" was on, emitting a faint light, as if reminding people that they were fighting with death here.

Song Shiye's eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room. His eyes were dark, like an endless black hole, making it impossible to see his emotions.

Even though he couldn't see anything, he still wanted to do this. Only in this way could he feel a little at ease.

Song Shiye, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, also began to pray to the gods at this time. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Su Ruonan would be safe and sound.

He made a promise that if the gods could fulfill his only wish, he would be willing to pay any price in return.

Time passed minute by minute, the door of the operating room remained closed, and no news came.

The calm expression on Song Shiye's face gradually collapsed, and he felt his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

He began to walk back and forth in the corridor, looking towards the operating room from time to time, looking forward to the moment when the operation would be over.

Every step seemed heavy and long, as if time had become incredibly slow at this moment.

His eyes were always on the door of the operating room, hoping to get some news about Su Ruonan from there.

After what seemed like a long wait, the door of the operating room finally opened.

As soon as the doctor came out, Song Shiye was the first to walk up to him.

He wanted to open his mouth to ask about Su Ruonan's situation, but his throat was so sticky that he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Wang Chen immediately stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, how is the patient?"

The doctor slowly took off his mask, looking exhausted. It was bitterly cold in Beijing in October, and the doctor was only wearing a thin surgical gown, but his clothes were still soaked with sweat.

"The operation was successful, you don't have to worry." As a doctor, I know that the patient's family is most concerned about whether the operation was successful, so I directly tell them the result.

Hearing this, Song Shiye, who had been extremely nervous, relaxed.

The gods must have heard his prayers, so they returned Su Ruonan to him.

The driver felt a little relieved when he heard that the young lady's operation was successful.

Wang Chen was also glad that the president's wife was okay, otherwise, he didn't know what the president would become if he lost his wife.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you." Song Shiye's eyes were red and his voice was choked.

Even the doctor, who had witnessed many life and death scenes, was moved by the appearance of the young man in front of him.

"The patient suffered a deep knife wound in the abdomen. When he was sent to the hospital, he was in shock due to excessive blood loss. Fortunately, no vital organs were injured. After rescue, he was pulled back from the hands of death." The doctor briefly introduced Su Ruonan's condition.

After hearing Su Ruonan's injuries from the doctor himself, Song Shiye could imagine how critical the situation was at the time. He seemed to see that thrilling moment: Su Ruonan fell in a pool of blood, dying.

"Thank you, doctor," he said softly at the end. His voice was a little hoarse, but filled with deep gratitude.

"You're welcome to thank me. The patient has a strong desire to survive, and we should also thank the patient for his own efforts." The doctor said with a smile, his eyes full of admiration for Su Ruonan.

After saying that, the doctor hurried away, leaving Song Shiye standing alone outside the operating room.

Strong sense of survival? This sentence was like a key, opening the valve of Song Shiye's tears.

He turned around and faced the operating room door so that no one could see him crying.

The 1.80-meter-tall man just shed tears silently, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, and his straight shoulders gradually drooped.

The driver and Wang Chen couldn't bear to look at the president like this, so they all stood with their backs to Song Shiye, giving him space to release his emotions.

Su Ruonan hadn't come out yet, so the group continued to wait outside the operating room.

After a long while, Su Ruonan was pushed out by several medical staff.

"Where are the patient's family members?" one of the doctors shouted.

"Here!" Song Shiye hurried over.

The doctor took off his mask and said, "She is very weak. You must take good care of her."

Song Shiye nodded and looked at Su Ruonan lying on the hospital bed, feeling heartbroken.

The already pale little face looked even paler, as if it had lost all vitality and would break at the slightest touch.

But because of the loss of color, the little face took on an unhealthy paleness, and looked sick at first glance.

She was wearing an oxygen mask on her mouth, and the mist on the mask proved that she was still breathing, which made Song Shiye feel a little relieved.

There was a potion hanging on his slender arm, dripping down drop by drop, just like his mood at the moment.

Song Shiye only felt a pain in his heart, the pain was indescribable.

He would rather be the one lying on the hospital bed than see Su Ruonan in such pain.

He gently held Su Ruonan's hand, feeling her weak pulse beating. Only in this way could he feel a little relieved.

The group sent Su Ruonan back to the ward.

The ward was not the original ordinary ward, but Wang Chen took the initiative to upgrade it to a VIP ward.

Although it is not as good as home, it is many times more luxurious than the original ordinary ward.

Wang Chen saw that the president had not eaten or drunk anything and had rushed here from the office until now, and it was already midnight, so he lowered his voice and said, "Boss Song, I'll go buy you dinner."

"No, I'm not hungry."

The answer was expected, but he was just an employee and couldn't force the president.

"Wang Chen, don't listen to him, go buy it now." Xu Wanyun heard the conversation between the two as soon as she walked to the door, and directly ordered her assistant to buy dinner.

Since the president's mother has spoken, even if his boss is Song Shiye, Wang Chen does not intend to listen to his boss's orders. At this time, he naturally has to listen to his boss's mother.

Wang Chen said hello to everyone and left.

When Song Shiye heard his mother's voice, his body stiffened slightly, and then he slowly turned around, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his eyes.

He looked at his parents and asked softly, "Mom and Dad, why are you here?"

Xu Wanyun's tone was filled with obvious reproach. She quickly walked up to her son and asked, "Nannan had such a big incident, why didn't you inform us right away? If the driver hadn't told us, your father and I would still be in the dark!"