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Lu Zhiyan had a meaningful smile on his lips, glancing sideways at Shi Fei, his tone teasing and affectionate.

"Mr. Shi, you worked hard last night."

With just that one simple sentence, Shi Fei's ears instantly turned bright red.

That's really inappropriate.

She reached into the breakfast bag and grabbed a thumb-sized fried bun, her movements hurried and slightly angry, and stuffed it into Lu Zhiyan's mouth without saying a word.

"Eating isn't enough to shut you up!"

Shi Fei glared at him, feigning anger, her voice laced with coquettishness.

Faced with the sudden feeding, Lu Zhiyan obediently took a bite, deliberately feigning satisfaction and mumbling indistinctly.

"Mmm, delicious. It tastes best when Mr. Shi feeds you."

Shi Fei was both amused and annoyed by his appearance, and her tense emotions, which had been due to shyness, relaxed a little.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at Lu Zhiyan, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Along the way, Shi Fei ate breakfast while feeding Lu Zhiyan.

The atmosphere inside the car was warm and inviting.

Soon, the car arrived at the private airport.

Lu Zhiyan parked the car, took Shi Fei's luggage again, and accompanied her to the tarmac.

A private jet was parked there quietly.

The staff had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Lu Zhiyan coming, they quickly went forward to greet him and took his luggage.

The report stated, "President Lu, the aircraft has completed its inspection and is ready for takeoff at any time."

Lu Zhiyan nodded slightly, "Okay." He then asked, "Is the flight plan confirmed?"

The staff member quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Lu. We have already confirmed with air traffic control that the flight path is normal."

Lu Zhiyan looked at Shi Fei, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance, "Remember to think of me." His voice carried a hint of tenderness.

Shi Fei tilted her head slightly, met his gaze, and smiled faintly. She deliberately addressed him in a teasing tone.

"Okay, Mr. Lu, you can go back now."

However, Lu Zhiyan held her hand without letting go at all.

"Feifei."

"You really are something." Why are you so sticky and gooey?

Shi Fei sighed, tiptoed slightly, leaned close to his lips, and placed a kiss on them.

Her movements were gentle and shy, like a feather brushing against her skin.

"That's all."

Lu Zhiyan kissed him again, but pulled away immediately.

"It's ready," he whispered in her ear.

The warm breath sprayed on Shi Fei's neck, making her heart tremble.

Lu Zhiyan pulled Shi Fei into his arms and held her tightly, saying, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Okay. I'll miss you.

the other side.

In the hospital's consultation room.

The Zheng couple sat in chairs, leaning forward, their hands clasped together, nervously watching Lu Zhinian sitting opposite them.

Lu Zhinian flipped through Xiaoling's medical report and began to speak.

"After a thorough examination, Xiaoling's physical indicators are currently suitable for surgery, and she can undergo the procedure."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in the eyes of Zheng He and his wife, but it was quickly replaced by worry.

Zheng He said solemnly, "Dr. Lu, I'm counting on you."

Lu Zhinian said earnestly, "Our medical team has developed a detailed surgical plan for Xiaoling's condition, and every step has been discussed repeatedly."

Xiaoling's mother couldn't help but cry out, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Dr. Lu, please, I really need to. I only have one child, and we can't live without her."

Lu Zhinian comforted him, saying, "As doctors, saving lives is our duty, and we will do our best."

Xiaoling lay on the stroller, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear and unease.

Xiaoling's mother followed closely beside the stroller, holding Xiaoling's hands tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiaoling, don't be afraid, Mom is here." Her voice trembled as she tried to give her daughter strength.

"Mommy, don't cry, I'm not scared..."

Although Xiaoling pretended to be strong, her lips were still trembling slightly.

Xiaoling's mother quickly bent down and gently stroked Xiaoling's forehead: "Our Xiaoling is the bravest. The doctors and nurses are all very capable. The surgery will definitely go smoothly."

Zheng He said softly, "Xiao Ling, don't be afraid. Your mother and I are with you."

Lu Zhinian walked over calmly, looked at Xiaoling, and said in a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid, your brother has never failed a surgery."

Xiaoling bit her lip, forced a smile, and said weakly, "Doctor, I will do my best."

The nurse pushed the gurney slowly into the operating room, and Xiaoling's mother kept giving her instructions.

"Xiaoling, listen to the doctor, your mom and dad are waiting for you outside."

Xiaoling was wheeled into the operating room, and the door slowly closed, cutting off her view.

Xiaoling's mother collapsed into Zheng He's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Zheng He, with red eyes, comforted his wife.

But my own hands were trembling slightly.

They stood outside the door, filled with worry, silently praying for a successful surgery and waiting for their daughter's safe return.

Time passed by, and each second felt incredibly long to them.

The atmosphere in the corridor was heavy.

Mr. and Mrs. Zheng sat on the bench, looking restless.

Zheng He kept rubbing his hands together, and every few minutes he would get up, walk to the door of the operating room, and peek inside through the small glass door.

But apart from a sea of ​​white, nothing could be seen.

Xiaoling's mother kept her head down, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, tears streaming down her face.

She murmured to herself, "Xiaoling, you must be alright, you must come out safely."

The more than six-hour wait seemed to have exhausted all their energy.

at last.

The operating room door swayed slowly, making a dull thud. Zheng He suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on the door.

Lu Zhinian came out, his face showing fatigue, but even more so a relieved smile.

Mr. and Mrs. Zheng rushed forward anxiously to ask, "Dr. Lu, how did the surgery go?"

Lu Zhinian took off his mask and said, "The surgery was very successful. Xiaoling will need to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation for a period of time. We will closely monitor her vital signs and deal with any problems that may arise in a timely manner."

He added, "You don't need to worry too much, this is a necessary procedure."

Upon hearing the news, Zheng He and his wife wept with joy, while Xiao Ling's mother covered her mouth, too excited to speak.

Zheng He gripped Lu Zhinian's hand tightly, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Dr. Lu, thank you so much. You are a great benefactor to our family. We really don't know how to repay you."

Lu Zhinian waved his hand modestly and said, "This is what we doctors should do. It's also the result of the efforts of our entire medical team. I couldn't have done it alone without them."

At this time.

The bed was slowly pushed out, and Xiaoling lay on it, her face as pale as paper, her eyes closed.

Seeing this, Xiaoling's mother hurriedly stepped forward, gently stroked Xiaoling's face, and called out in a choked voice.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling, Mommy's here."

The nurse gently reminded, "Family members, please don't get agitated. The patient is still under anesthesia and needs to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation as soon as possible."

Outside the intensive care unit, Zheng He and his wife dared not leave for even a moment.

Every now and then, they would run to the door and peer inside through the glass.

Even though they could only see blurry figures, it was still a great comfort to them.

……

Zheng He's story officially ends here.

Follow-up:

Lu Zhinian informed her that Xiaoling's vital signs were stable and she would soon be transferred back to a regular ward.

Upon hearing the news, Mr. and Mrs. Zheng finally relaxed, and smiles appeared on their faces that they hadn't seen in a long time.

Back in the regular ward, Xiaoling slowly woke up and saw her parents by her bedside, managing a weak smile.

Xiaoling's mother quickly took her hand and said gently, "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake. What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

Xiaoling gently shook her head, her eyes filled with dependence and reassurance.

In the days that followed, with the meticulous care of her parents and the careful treatment of the medical staff, Xiaoling gradually recovered.

Laughter and cheerful voices from the family could be heard from time to time in the ward.

It is the joy of surviving a disaster, and also the anticipation for the future.