A peasant girl travels through time with a hospital, rising to become an empress.

From dawn to midday, and as the sun gradually sets in the west, the door remains tightly closed.

Jiang Lingyang couldn't sit still any longer. Ignoring the cold, he stood straight outside the door.

Director Zhang gently reminded him not to make a sound and disturb them. Jiang Lingyang nodded in agreement, his face calm, but inside he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Why aren't they out yet? Could something have happened to them?

Dr. Qian said that the success rate of this surgery was only 60%, and the remaining 40% meant that he would never see Wei Susu again.

The thought of this possibility made his heart clench with pain.

Just when everyone was on edge, a soft sound suddenly came from inside the room.

Jiang Lingyang could no longer hold back; his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he grabbed Director Zhang's arm, asking urgently:

"What's wrong? What's that noise inside? Did something happen to Susu?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door was suddenly opened.

Nie Qianqian came out, her face veiled in black, making it impossible to see her expression.

Jiang Lingyang was so agitated that he almost couldn't stand up. "Dr. Qian, how is Susu... how is Susu?"

Nie Qianqian's calm voice came through, but it was like a refreshing rain that extinguished everyone's anxiety.

"The surgery was a success. She needs to rest, and I need to closely monitor her vital signs for the first three days. No one is allowed to enter."

Jiang Lingyang burst into tears instantly, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

"It's a success! It's a success! That's wonderful! That's wonderful..."

Jiang Zheng'an couldn't help but clench his hands and clap them tightly, his expression excited, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot from the excitement.

He succeeded, and then he knew that Doctor Qian could do it!

Just as Dr. Qian had saved him in the dilapidated temple that day, he had also saved his mother!

Nie Qianqian felt utterly exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained.

The intense mental strain and physical exhaustion caused her stomach to churn, and a feeling of nausea rushed to her throat.

This highly complex surgery took a heavy toll on her mental and physical energy. The people outside the door thought it was only a few hours, but little did they know that she had been shuttling between space and reality for a long and agonizing time.

She couldn't tell anyone about this discomfort. She raised her hand to press her temples, forcing back the nausea in her throat, and turned to face the anxious crowd outside the door:

"The patient is still very weak and it is not advisable to visit her for the time being. The first three days are a critical period after surgery, and she needs someone to take care of her at all times. I will stay with her for the next few days. After three days, when her physical functions have stabilized and recovered, you can come in to visit."

Coronary artery bypass surgery has become increasingly mature, requiring minimally invasive procedures and no large-area open-chest surgery. However, the first few days after surgery are still a critical period that requires close monitoring.

Upon hearing the news, Qin Jichuan was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and muttered to himself, "It's a success..."

"If you succeeded, why won't you let us in to take a look?"

Nie Qianqian's tone was utterly blunt: "I'm performing open-chest surgery. As a doctor, you should know that infection is the biggest concern right now. Every additional person who goes in increases the risk of infection. Why unnecessarily increase the risk?"

Qin Jichuan was speechless after being rebuked. He naturally knew this principle, but he was just too eager, which is why he broke his promise.

He was eager to verify whether the surgery could really cure Wei Susu's intractable disease.

Director Zhang gently reassured everyone, "Don't worry, everyone. This isn't the first time I've seen Dr. Qian perform this kind of open-chest surgery. Post-operative care and monitoring are indeed necessary, but it won't be long before you're able to see Madam Jiang in person. Dr. Qian must be exhausted after a day of surgery, so let her go and rest."

Director Zhang and Nie Qianqian had known each other for a long time. Even though Nie Qianqian was deliberately speaking in a hoarse voice like a man, he could still hear the weariness in her voice.

Director Zhang nodded to Nie Qianqian, who then slowly closed the door, shutting out the concern and anxiety from outside.

The room instantly returned to silence. She leaned against the door for a moment to catch her breath before slowly walking to the bedside, her gaze falling on Wei Susu's pale but peaceful sleeping face, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

Thankfully, I didn't let that trust down...

For the next three days, Nie Qianqian stayed in the ward almost every step of the way to take care of Wei Susu.

For the first three days, vital signs need to be monitored using instruments in the space, and the wounds need to be carefully cleaned and cared for to prevent infection.

In addition, we need to assist Wei Susu with simple rehabilitation training, such as moving her hands and feet and turning over in bed.

In the past, Ah Ling helped with all these things, but now that Ah Ling is gone, she has to do it all herself.

Such meticulous and thoughtful care filled Wei Susu with gratitude, and her gaze towards Nie Qianqian became more affectionate and trusting.

When Wei Susu first woke up, she felt unwell all over.

Although minimally invasive surgery leaves a small wound, it is still open-chest surgery. Post-operative weakness is overwhelming, and even opening one's eyes feels difficult.

But as her bodily functions gradually recovered, she clearly felt the long-lost changes.

In the past, my heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, with dull pain and throbbing pain coming and going. Sometimes it was a brief, sharp pain, which would subside and then turn into a dull, oppressive feeling, as if a huge boulder was pressing on my chest, and even breathing was painful.

In severe cases, vision would go black, and there was no strength to even lift one's hand. Each breath was shallow and rapid, and the chest felt tight as if one was suffocating.

But now, her heart seems to have been restarted, beating steadily and powerfully.

She pressed her palm to her chest and could clearly feel the vigorous throbbing; the previous stiffness and pain were gone.

Breathing becomes smooth and long, the tightness in the chest disappears, and when you take a deep breath, you can feel the refreshing feeling of fresh air filling your chest!

The feeling of weakness throughout my body has largely dissipated, and lifting my arms and turning over are much easier!

so comfy.

No one can understand the rebirth brought about by this surgery better than her.

She didn't need to wait three or six months to fully recover. At this moment, the long-lost, healthy life rhythm made her deeply aware that Nie Qianqian had saved her life, pulled her out of the purgatory of her heart disease, and given her a passionate second life.

These three days were a long and agonizing ordeal for everyone in the governor's mansion.

Although Dr. Nie had already assured her that the surgery was successful, would Wei Susu be able to get through the critical postoperative period? Would her body experience any sudden changes?

The feeling of being separated by only a door, yet unable to see or visit each other, is truly unsettling.

Jiang Ling'an lost her appetite and couldn't sleep at night. She paced back and forth outside the ward, straining her ears to listen for any sounds inside, afraid of missing even the slightest bit of news.

Finally, three days later, Wei Susu's heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen, and other indicators stabilized. Nie Qianqian pushed open the ward door and informed everyone, "You can come in to visit now. Please keep quiet and don't stay too long."