Chapter 986 His Ome Becomes a Cat (7)

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out, and Jiang Yuan immediately went to meet him.

"Doctor, how is it? Was the operation successful? Is she all right?"

Jiang Yuan was very anxious, and asked the doctor many questions.

"There is nothing serious for the time being. The patient was sent to the intensive ward. After a period of observation, if there are no postoperative complications, he can be transferred to the general ward."

The doctor answered Jiang Yuan's question immediately, nodded and left with the doctors and nurses in the surgery team.

Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that the phone hadn't been hung up yet.

When Papa Yang heard this, his blood pressure immediately dropped, and he hung up the phone quickly.

"What's wrong?" Mother Yang was a little anxious, and quickly took out the antihypertensive medicine. Give Yang's father a pat on the back.

"It's okay, let's go to the hospital first."

Papa Yang had already guessed in his heart that something must have happened to Qiuqiu.

When the two rushed to the hospital, Jiang Yuan was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital. Seeing Jiang Yuan covered in blood, Father Yang and Mother Yang were a little unsteady, and Jiang Yuan hurried over to support them.

"Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, you take us to see Qiuqiu." Father Yang held Jiang Yuan's hand tightly.

Walking into the intensive care unit, Yang Qiuqiu's body was covered with bandages, his legs were still in plaster, and there were tubes inserted all over his body. Mother Yang's eyes were darkened, and she passed out directly. Father Yang held on and held his heart.

"What exactly is going on?"

Jiang Yuan sat on the side and helped Father Yang, and told him what happened.

"Go and deal with the wound too, I don't blame you for this."

"Uncle Yang, your condition is not stable, let me take a look with you."

"I'm fine. Why isn't Qiuqiu awake? Is it—" Father Yang said, tears streaming down his face.

"She has never suffered from this kind of crime. She rarely even has a small cold on weekdays. Now—how can she bear it by herself." Father Yang was already in tears, covering his mouth with his wrinkled hands. His own face, weeping uncontrollably.

This was the first time Jiang Yuan saw Uncle Yang lose his composure, and he felt extremely remorseful and sad.

"Xiao Yuan, why don't you accompany me to the doctor, I want to ask."

"Okay, don't worry."

Father Yang held the doctor's hand, his eyes were red.

"Doctor, when will my daughter wake up?"

"Is this the family member of the patient just now?"

The doctor was already a professor at a young age. He smiled, patted Dad Yang's hand, and looked up at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Don't worry, your daughter is very strong. If she survives tonight and doesn't have a fever, her life will not be in danger. As for when she will wake up, it's hard to say. It can be a few years at least, or a few months at the earliest. This matter can't be rushed. It's all about luck."

After finishing speaking, he took Papa Yang's pulse again, and frowned.

"You have to relax and take a good rest. Your daughter still needs your care. If your daughter has not woken up, you will break your body, which will be bad."

"Doctor, how is Uncle Yang's health?" Jiang Yuan felt a little uneasy when he saw the doctor frowning.

"You take Papa Yang to find a CT and have a detailed examination. Your own injury should also be dealt with!"

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Father Yang was also very grateful for hearing the doctor's words, and bowed to the doctor, and the doctor quickly helped Father Yang up.

"Healing the sick and saving lives is our doctor's bounden duty, you don't have to be so polite."