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During the long operation, the doctor's efforts and the patient's will are like a tug of war with death.

Win, it's new, lose, it's death.

In the process, there was no one who gave up easily and refused to admit defeat to the other party before the last moment.

More than ten hours later, the attending doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief, "the heart rate is normal, the operation is successful, ready to suture."

Song Li's frown, gradually unfolded, a tightly suspended heart, temporarily fell.

He looked at the hospital bed is still closed eyes, pale people, "hiss" laugh out of a voice, joking, "really want to give you a picture, when you wake up to see how embarrassed you are now."

"This picture will make me laugh all my life."

Leave this sentence, Song Li turns to leave the operating room.

They won the tug of war with death, and they won after all.

He knew that he would not give up for Liu Liu.

Will not be willing to leave her, regardless.

Out of the operating room, it is already dark, the lights will light up the corridor, waiting for people outside full of fatigue, see him out, just like a new life, full of expectations around.

Thin blue, in particular, ran the fastest. For the first time, he came up to him and asked in a hurry, "what's up? How about Ting

"I've survived for a while..."

"That's good, that's good. Amitabha, Amitabha, God bless you!"

After sitting on the bench for more than ten hours, Sheng fan finally got up and walked out with crutches.

If you look at it carefully, you will find that his legs are trembling slightly. Obviously, he has been holding a posture for too long and can not recover to the original state for a time.

Luo Hai quickly followed him, trying to help him, "chief..."

Sheng fan raised his hand to stop his action, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, "don't help me, I can't even walk the road..."

Luo Hai's face was helpless and sighed heavily in his heart.

It's really time for the leaders to face up.

After all, I'm not young. Because I'm worried about the young master, I sit on the hard chair for more than ten hours without saying anything. I'm still dripping water, let alone eating. It's strange that my body suffers.

What's the matter if you ask him to help him just once?

Why do you have to hold on, it's too tired to live like this.

On the third day after the operation, Sheng Youting's condition finally stabilized, and Song Li was allowed to enter the intensive care unit.

Song Li kept in front of his bed. He was so sleepy the next afternoon that he sat on the chair and fell asleep by the edge of the bed.

Even if he fell asleep, he was worried about Sheng Youting, but he didn't sleep much. He heard something in a daze and immediately opened his eyes.

The man with all kinds of medical equipment on the hospital bed was struggling to support his eyelids. The pale lip under the oxygen mask slightly opened and closed. Song Li couldn't hear what he was saying, but when he looked at the shape of his lips, he knew that he was calling Liu Liu.

Call Liu Liu again and again.

Song Li vomited out a turbid breath, bent his eyes and said, "Sheng You Ting, you have no conscience, do you know? When I wake up, I just call Liu Liu. I've been guarding you. Why don't you call my name? "

There are too many injured places on his body, and the blood loss is serious. In addition, after the left nephrectomy, his vitality and foundation are damaged. He is extremely weak. Even a little movement is impossible for him now.