After we broke up, a big boss in the Beijing circle kidnapped me to get my certificate.

Yang Jian didn't expect Ye Zehong to reject him so ruthlessly.

Suddenly, they stopped talking to each other.

The operating room fell into silence again.

Ye Zehong stopped initiating the topic and instead brought the surgery to a perfect conclusion.

As soon as the operation was over, everyone's tense nerves instantly relaxed and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jian walked to Ye Zehong and sighed: "Dr. Ye, I have almost exhausted all my energy for three surgeries with you."

"It seems that your professional ability is not strong enough." Ye Zehong glanced at Yang Jian coldly and sneered: "If your professional ability was strong enough, this operation would be easy for you."

Yang Jian was not convinced and replied: "Aren't you the same? You were highly focused throughout the whole process."

Ye Zehong glanced at him again, and his sneer became more obvious: "We are different."

"Why is it different?"

"Feng'er is my son. I must stay alert!!!"

"..."

Yang Jian was suddenly speechless and looked at Ye Zehong's walking back speechlessly.

The head nurse walked to Yang Jian's side, patted Yang Jian's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Dr. Yang, don't make it difficult for yourself. You are also an old employee. Don't you know that Dr. Ye is not only good at surgery? Besides, are you also very talkative?"

"Of course I know that his mouth is as sharp as an ice knife. I just thought... Hey, forget it, let's not say it. It's all over!!!" Yang Jian thought that the throbbing in his heart had just sprouted, and now he was directly touched by Ye Zehong Uprooted.

Why do outstanding and beautiful women not have a chance with him?

In addition to lamenting, he can only continue to lament! ! !

Although Lu Feng's heart transplant operation was completed perfectly, he still needs to be sent to the ICU for twenty-four hours of monitoring. If he does not wake up within twenty-four hours, the situation will be defined as critical.

Ye Zehong did not relax because of this, but told the attending doctor to pay attention to Lu Feng's physical condition at all times, and to explain to him if anything was wrong.

He didn't dare to leave the office. At least for the critical twenty-four hours, he had to guard it personally. Returning to the rest area of ​​the office, he dialed Lu Yao's mobile phone.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for the call and answered it almost instantly.

"Hey, Zehong, how's Feng'er's surgery going?"

Listening to her anxious voice and her intimate address of calling him Zehong, the fatigue he suffered was immediately halved.

"Feng'er's surgery went well and was perfect. Let's see now whether Feng'er can wake up within 24 hours. The 24 hours after the operation are the most critical. I'll stay here for the time being. You and Aunt Yin take good care of each other. Rest and bring me food at meal time. Aunt Yin knows what I like to eat."

When she heard that the operation went well, Lu Yao's eyes suddenly became hot, and hot tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

These are tears of excitement.

She took a deep breath and said in a softer voice: "Zehong, thank you for your hard work. Feng'er is the greatest luck in his life to have a father like you."

Ye Zehong's heart warmed up and he asked, "What about you?"

Lu Yao didn't know what he was referring to and asked: "Me?"

"Well, am I lucky for you?"

Lu Yao immediately answered yes in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

When she was struggling, the image of Ye Zehong and Lu Feng happily playing chess together flashed in her mind.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a nice arc.

Ye Zehong waited for a minute but didn't get the answer he wanted.

Suddenly, he asked angrily: "Lu Yao, is it difficult for you to tell the truth when you face me? Could it be that telling the truth will cost you your life?"