Carving the love of time

Chapter 8 The Dying Man
Uncle always refuses his little requests!

Yu Baibai twisted his body, stepped on the gap in front of the driver's seat for a while, and pursed his lips: "Uncle doesn't love me, I won't help you chase Mommy!"

"Yu Baibau...can you be reasonable?" Every time Sheng Changshi was threatened, he would jokingly call the little guy Yu Baibai.

Ever since the little guy knew he was chasing his mommy, he threatened him if he was a little dissatisfied.

Yu Baibai pursed his mouth, leaned back on the BB chair, and stared at him with a pair of big black grape-like eyes, his eye sockets immediately turned red: "Yu swears, I won't help you get rid of my mommy from today on."

Sheng Changshi turned back and tugged at his calf angrily and funnyly: "Uncle thinks, children who eat that kind of junk food often will make people stupid, understand?"

Yu Baibai didn't care about this, he looked at him aggrieved, and squeezed out two golden beans: "I promised Nana, I will treat her to chicken drumsticks tomorrow..."

"Well, it turns out that you are really better than your uncle, and you have a girl you like in kindergarten."

Sheng Changshi sighed in frustration and finished teasing, then drove to KFC.

On the hospital side, Yu Yixun was cleaning up the consultation room, when the nurse ran to her door and hurriedly said, "Doctor Yu, operating room No. 13, prepare for surgery immediately!"

"Uh, okay—" Yu Yixun decisively dropped the items in her hands, and hurried to the operating room.

Walking into No. 13 operating room, anesthesiologists, assistant physicians, nurses, and another chief surgeon were also present, and everyone was preparing for the upcoming operation on the injured in a car accident.

Yu Yixun walked into the disinfection room, and the nurse skillfully helped her dress, put on gloves, and perform disinfection.

Another cooperating surgeon, Dr. Chen, also walked in to change clothes and disinfected. The two walked out of the disinfection room, and the wounded with oxygen tubes were pushed into the operating room on a stretcher.

"What's the situation?" Yu Yixun, who has been a teacher of cardiovascular specialists since he was 10 years old, is now able to take care of himself, and he is quite calm in the face of bloody wounded patients. He walked to the operating bed and took care of the injuries.

"The big truck collided with the small car. The injured person was in the small car. His heart was scratched by the glass and he fell into a coma..."

"Head hurt too, knocked a hole—"

Yu Yixun: "Call Dr. Mi immediately for support!"

"Yes!" The nurse who came back with the ambulance quickly turned around and ran to call the insider.

The operating room immediately entered the rescue time.

It was past midnight before the lights in the operating room went out.

Yu Yixun took off her gloves, and escorted the nurses to push the operating bed through the operating corridor to the ICU ward.

Yu Yixun came out of the ICU ward tired after personally confirming the display of various instruments in the ward with the nurses.

"Miss Yu?"

Just after taking off the mask, Yu Yixun heard someone calling her, so she turned around.

With a cold face, the tall man looked at her with a shocked expression.

Yu Yixun opened his mouth in confusion, "Call me?"

Through the thick glass window of the ICU ward, the man opened his mouth in disbelief: "So you performed the operation on our young master?!"

"Master?"

The man excitedly pointed at the sleeping wounded in the ward, "Miss Yu, you forgot, our young master and you—"

Yu Yixun's head exploded with a bang, and his blood coagulated all over his body.

He almost fell down and hit the hard wall of the corridor, "You, you are Bai Muhan's..."

"That's right! Our young master, is he alright? If that big truck hadn't turned upside down today, young master wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries..." The man looked annoyed, blaming himself for not personally escorting his master out.

When the man kept beating his head, Yu Yixun moved his legs with difficulty, walking for as long as 100 years, walked out of the glass window of the ICU ward, and looked in with tearful eyes.

The man she had missed for many years, he was lying quietly and dying inside.

Unable to bear it any longer, she swallowed her fist and cried silently.

(End of this chapter)