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The door of the operating room slowly opened, and a blast of cold and sterilized air rushed in. Jiang Yuzhu, dressed in neat surgical clothes, walked firmly into this life-and-death battlefield.

As her footsteps echoed in the quiet operating room, a heavy sense of responsibility and mission tightly wrapped her heart.

Meng Fan was already lying on the operating table, his face was pale, and there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes.

His eyes met Jiang Yuzhu's, and although they were speechless, they were full of sustenance.

Chen Hao, Professor Li and Zhang Lingfeng also entered the operating room together. Their presence was not only technical support, but also spiritual encouragement.

There was a solemn and tense atmosphere in the air, but there was also an unspoken sense of unity and courage.

Jiang Yuzhu walked to Meng Fan's side and said softly: "Professor Meng Fan, the surgery will have some risks, but please believe me, I will try my best. No matter what, we will not give up." Although her voice was soft, it was full of Determination and firmness.

Meng Fan nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes, "Dr. Yu Zhu, I believe in you. I have entrusted you with everything."

Then, the anesthesiologist began to anesthetize Meng Fan. During the whole process, Jiang Yuzhu did not leave. Her eyes were always focused on Meng Fan's condition, as if she was giving him the final encouragement in her own way.

After the anesthesiologist completed his work, Meng Fan gradually entered anesthesia, and the atmosphere in the operating room became more solemn.

Just before the operation was about to begin, Chen Hao gently patted Jiang Yuzhu's shoulder and said in an almost brotherly tone: "Yuzhu, remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must stay calm. We are all here." Here to support you.”

Professor Li and Zhang Lingfeng also came over and encouraged Jiang Yuzhu with their eyes.

These words were like warm sunshine, dispelling the slightest chill in Jiang Yuzhu's heart. She took a deep breath, turned to face the operating table, and her eyes rekindled a determined light.

"Thank you, I won't let you down." Her voice was firm and full of power.

The door of the operating room was gently closed, blocking out all sounds from the outside world.

In this closed space, only Meng Fan was left on the operating table and the medical team surrounding him.

Jiang Yuzhu stood in front of the operating table, her hands trembling slightly, but she regained her composure between breaths.

She knew that every next blow and every decision could affect Meng Fan's life or death.

In the tense atmosphere in the operating room, Jiang Yuzhu stood next to Meng Fan, her hands gently resting on the operating table. Her eyes looked deeply at Meng Fan in front of her through the mask, trying to prepare her mind for what was about to begin. Surgery to find one last piece of peace.

The light on the operating table was like a sharp sword, illuminating every corner of the operating room and reflecting Jiang Yuzhu's determined face.

Chen Hao, as a member of the team, stood beside Jiang Yuzhu, and he could feel the slight tremor emanating from her body.

He knew that this was not only a physical strain, but also a natural reaction deep in the soul to the heavy responsibility of life.

Chen Hao gently approached Jiang Yuzhu. His voice was powerful and full of encouragement: "Yuzhu, don't be too nervous. Just perform normally as usual."

When Jiang Yuzhu heard Chen Hao's words, she took a deep breath. A surge of strength surged in her heart, as if being held tightly by invisible hands, giving her endless confidence.

She turned her head and cast a grateful look at Chen Hao through the transparent goggles, which was the best response to his silent support.

With Chen Hao's encouragement, Jiang Yuzhu felt that his heart gradually calmed down.

She turned to Meng Fan again. This time, her eyes were firmer and she held the scalpel in her hand more firmly. She knew that she was not only fighting for the life of Professor Meng Fan, but also for all the patients who trusted and relied on her.

"Let's begin." Jiang Yuzhu's voice echoed clearly throughout the operating room. Her words were like a signal, announcing the official start of the operation.

Following her instructions, other medical staff in the operating room immediately entered a fighting state. Everyone performed their duties, but their eyes were full of trust in Jiang Yuzhu.

As the operation officially began, Chen Hao, Professor Li and Zhang Lingfeng reluctantly left the operating room and walked into the observation room next to them.

In this small space, through a large observation window, they can clearly see every move in the operating room.

Although they could not directly participate in the operation, their hearts beat nervously in the operating room together with Jiang Yuzhu.

The atmosphere in the observation room was solemn and tense. The three of them faced the operating room, their eyes fixed on the operating table and every movement of Jiang Yuzhu from time to time. Their facial expressions showed deep concern.

Chen Hao broke the silence, "I absolutely trust Yu Zhu's technology, but there are risks in this operation." His voice was slightly heavy, obviously trying to suppress his worries.

Professor Li sighed softly and said comfortingly: "Relax, everyone. Although the surgery is risky, we still have to seize this opportunity. Trust Dr. Jiang."

Zhang Lingfeng clasped his hands and faced the direction of the operating room, his eyes flashing with determination, "Yuzhu is our best student and an excellent doctor. She can always make correct judgments at critical moments. This time will definitely be no exception.”

Although there were not many words between these three people, the tensions between them were so connected.

Their shared silence is their deep trust and unspoken support for Jiang Yuzhu.

At this tense moment, Pei Jingchuan's story unfolds with a different color.

Pei Jingchuan stood in front of the limousine, looking into the distance, with some contradiction and reluctance on his face.

He knew that today was a banquet for Ye Qingning's family, and according to the family's social habits, he should not be absent.

But in his heart, he would rather have more time to deal with the company's urgent matters, or simply enjoy a quiet time.

In the car, Pei Jingchuan sat quietly, turning the car key unconsciously in his hand.

His thoughts drifted to Jiang Yuzhu, the woman who could always bring him peace and strength.

She was currently busy with an important surgery, and he could only be here, attending an absent-minded party.

Finally, Pei Jingchuan took a breath, started the vehicle, and drove towards Ye Qingning's home.

On the way, he felt a little complicated. He has a deep family friendship with Ye Qingning, but there is always an indescribable sense of distance in his heart.

When we arrived at Ye Qingning's house, the door was already brightly lit and there was an endless stream of guests.

Pei Jingchuan got out of the car and stepped forward, trying to look calm and composed.