C153

Chapter 153 - Operation in progress

The restlessness in his chest was piled up in his heart. He didn't know what he was worried about, but it was obvious that the two parties involved didn't seem to care at all.

Zhou Yu Chen frowned as he thought of something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that was written in English, "Here. A week later, you will have your visa, as well as your flight ticket."

When it came to flights and visas, Zhou Yuchen was furious, "I heard that in a week's time, old man Mo will undergo surgery. This time, you made such a huge contribution, so no one from the Mo Clan came out to thank you!"

However, in the next second, Yu Cen Ran moved her lips and said lightly, "No need to thank me. Only Mo Cheng knows about this. South Bridge, and even Mo Shaohai doesn't know about it."

What!

Zhou Yuchen sat up straight and raised his arms, clenching his fists tightly. He wanted to reach out and grab Yu Cen Ran, "Yu Cen Ran, when did you become such a selfless person? To be honest, ever since you and Nan Qiao became together, I've almost forgotten about you!"

Yu Cen Ran pursed her lips and replied nonchalantly, "Oh."

Zhou Yuchen: "…"

He was almost angered to death by Yu Cen Ran!

It could only be said that Yu Cen Ran could not be together with the South Bridge. It was definitely not a good thing for the two of them to meet! This had been Zhou Yuchen's belief since the beginning, and it was even more so now!

A week quickly passed, and the date of the operation was set.

When it was time to move on to the operating room, Yu Cen Ran was not at the hospital yet and felt a surge of irritation in his heart. Mo Cheng paced back and forth in the room, got up, sat down, and paced back and forth again.

He wasn't worried about Yu Cen Ran breaking her promise. She was afraid that there wouldn't be any more accidents along the way.

Nanqiao sat on the sofa and inadvertently raised his eyes to see Mo Cheng's anxious face. He thought Mo Cheng was worried about the procedure and pulled a corner of his sleeves. He said gently, "Mo Cheng, let's relax. It's alright!"

It was all right. How could South Bridge possibly understand what he was worried about?

Mo Cheng forced out a smile, pushed away the South Bridge's hands, and got up. He stood by the window and looked in the direction of the door. From this ward, he could see the people walking in and out of the hospital, but there was no sign of the person he was expecting.

Raising his wrist, Mo Cheng looked at the expensive watch on his wrist. It was close to two o'clock, and there was less than half an hour before the operation starts.

The father and daughter sat by the side, their white and delicate hands on the back of Mo Shaohai's hand. They were somewhat haggard, thin from being tortured by illness. They didn't make a sound and just quietly sat there, waiting for the doctor to call for them.

This process was very long. Every minute felt like a century, both for the patient himself and for his relatives, because no one knew what might happen to them on the operating table.

The South Bridge gently patted the back of Mo Shaohai's hand, comforting him, "It's fine, sleep, wake up everything is fine."

"Yes." Mo Shaohai closed his eyes and began meditating.

Compared to the two of them, Mo Cheng was actually very agitated. His temples throbbed, and he was in pain. He pushed the door open and walked out of the ward. Mo Cheng hurriedly walked to a corner and called Yu Cen Ran, but no one answered.

At this critical moment, he actually couldn't contact her in time.

Mo Cheng felt like he was going insane.

Suddenly, the phone in his hand vibrated as a feeling of numbness came over. Mo Cheng was overjoyed. He immediately picked up the phone to check the message. It was from Yu Cen Ran.

— Take the South Bridge away, and I'll follow you to the hospital.

Mo Cheng immediately replied with an emoji showing that there was no problem. He turned around and returned to the ward, pretending to glance at the South Bridge. He suddenly bent down and hugged his stomach, with a look of pain on his face.

Nanqiao hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Cheng lied that he might have eaten something bad during lunch. He had just finished a trip to the toilet, but there was still no relief.

With a frown, Mo Cheng acted very realistic. "Nanqiao, can you go to the front desk and ask for some antidiarrheal drugs?"

Without any hesitation, South Bridge stood up. "Okay, wait a moment."

It was as easy as flipping his hand to support the South Bridge. As soon as the South Bridge left, Yu Cen Ran stepped into the ward because Mo Shaohai didn't know Yu Cen Ran, so he simply expressed his gratitude.

After a formal greeting, the doctor and nurse came to the ward and brought Yu Cen Ran and Mo Shaohai to the operation room.

In the middle of the room were two beds, and on both sides of the room, there were precise instruments that could measure one's blood pressure and heartbeat.

Following the doctor's instructions, Yu Cen Ran and Mo Shaohai each laid down on their respective sickbeds. Looking up, they were all white-coat doctors wearing face masks. Mo Shaohai closed his eyes, unwilling to continue watching.

After a moment, a sharp, ice-cold object pierced his skin. Yu Cen Ran could clearly feel a cool liquid being injected into his veins. After a while, someone patted his arm. "How do you feel?"

Yu Cen Ran shook her head. Apart from being numb, she was also numb. That person nodded in satisfaction and said something to the attending physician. Yu Cen Ran didn't hear clearly. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she couldn't open them.

Time slowly passed by second by second. It was almost 7 o'clock. The overhead lights had been on for hours. Mo Cheng and Nanqiao sat on a bench outside the operating room, waiting, their hearts sinking from their initial panic.

She didn't know why, but the skin on her right eye was twitching wildly. She didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable panic in her heart. It wasn't just her worry for her father, Mo Shaohai, but she couldn't tell what it felt like.

Mo Cheng raised his hand and kneaded his temple in an average manner. He turned his head and just happened to see that Mo Cheng had also stretched out his hand to touch his temple. He said, "If you're tired, South Bridge, you can go back first. I'll keep watch here. I'll inform you when the time comes."

Hearing this, South Bridge shook his head and forced a smile away. His slender shoulders leaned behind him, and South Bridge shook his head, "I'm very worried. I won't be able to sleep when I go back, so I might as well stay in the hospital."

Because it was enough to regret her mother once. Not being able to accompany her family in time was a great regret of her life. Now, with great difficulty, she finally had another chance. No matter what, she could not leave.

The harder it was to come by, the more one had to treasure it.

She didn't want to leave any more regrets.

Seeing that Nanqiao was so stubborn, Mo Cheng didn't say anything. He just sent someone to buy two cups of hot milk for Nanqiao, one cup of hot hand, and one cup of warm stomach!

Mo Cheng and the others got impatient and stood up. Occasionally, they would glance into the operation room from the corner of their eyes, but all they could see through the cracks was a white shadow moving back and forth. Other than that, they couldn't see anything.

Just then, the door of the operation room opened. The attending physician wearing a face mask walked out. Several other assistant nurses followed behind him. After undergoing a long period of surgery, their foreheads were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Looking at the two approaching Mo Cheng, the doctor took off his mask and smiled, "Congratulations, family members. The patient's operation is a success!"

The focus fell on the last three words. It was a success, and South Bridge was so excited that it almost bounced onto the roof. The process of waiting was very torturous, and the good results were very exciting!

Mo Cheng held onto South Bridge's waist, telling her to be more careful. He then asked the doctor, somewhat anxiously, "Where's the gentleman who donated my father's bone marrow? Is he okay?"

"Don't worry, both of them will be fine. You just need to rest for a while." The attending physician was relieved of her burden as he laughed, "However, the patients are currently very weak. For the time being, I don't want to disturb them."

Nanqiao and Mo Cheng nodded. "Understood."

After the operation was over, Mo Cheng let South Bridge go back to the hotel to wash up and prepare what he needed for the night. He nodded and let Mo Cheng's men take it back.

His gaze fell upon the back of the South Bridge as it left. Mo Cheng pursed his lips, clenching the hand that hung by his side, and then moved his long legs, lifting his feet to enter.

His father, Mo Shaohai, and Yu Cen Ran were pushed into separate wards. Mo Cheng came to Yu Cen Ran's ward.

Yu Cen Ran laid on the bed. She had just used a knife on her body. Her pale face had a tinge of black mixed in. Her usually cold and thin lips were peeled off.

He was wearing a blue hospital gown, but when he got closer, he could faintly see several layers of bandages around his shoulders. Yu Cen Ran was probably disobedient and her wounds were split open, revealing a faint blood-red color.

Yu Cen Ran had already woken up. She squinted her eyes and stared at Mo Cheng with a dark look.

However, Mo Cheng had already put down his guard against Yu Cen Ran. Yu Cen's words were worthy of his respect. Mo Cheng turned around and poured a cup of warm water and passed it over. He was surprised, because it was not convenient for Yu Cen Ran to raise her hand.

However, Yu Cen Ran automatically moved closer to Mo Cheng while he was still in a daze. She placed her lips on the rim of the cup and took a sip.

He had never been so flustered and helpless before in his life. He didn't expect that the first time would be in front of Mo Cheng.

But at this moment, when the warm water droplets slid down his mouth, Yu Cen Ran closed her eyes and sighed. Truly, in front of life, all dignity was not that important.

He was dying of thirst.

In the room, Mo Cheng held a cup of water in one hand and the back of Yu Cen Ran's head in the other. The actions of the two men were very intimate.

However, in the hearts of Yu Cen Ran and Mo Cheng, there was a string of prejudice that unknowingly snapped. After a life and death surgery, both of them had a new understanding of each other.

Mo Cheng placed the pillow on Yu Cen Ran's back and sat up. He smiled and said, "I got stabbed for no reason. Mr Yu, how do you feel right now?"

"Heh heh." It was cold and mocking, but it was without malice. "Feels good to say one word, don't let me repeat it again."

Mo Cheng could not help but let out a laugh after saying this. He was somewhat gloating, "It's alright now. You will feel even better when the anesthetic fails in the middle of the night."

Yu Cen Ran narrowed her eyes and frowned coldly, "Are you happy?"