Their Intriguing Marriage

With the passage of time, Li Qingning's body has gradually become stiff because of tension. Lan Qing holds her in her arms, motionless, sending heat and peace of mind to her body.

"Why so long... It's going to be OK, isn't it?" Li Qingning's shoulders trembled and asked softly.

Lan Qing held her hand tightly. Her fingers were cold. She could not help but clench them more tightly. She nodded and said, "Hmm! The operation will be successful

She stares at the closed door of the operating room, with three dark red characters "in operation" on it, just like three dark red eyes, staring at her tightly, so that she has no breathing room.

Time went by, but there was still no movement in the operating room.

Li Qingning's back is very straight, as if all the strength of life is used to wait for this moment.

In the operating room, Shen Xingchen and Feng Yifei are isolated by a piece of blue cloth. Both of them are in a coma because of anesthesia. On the other side, doctors have begun to sew up the wound for Shen Xingchen. The doctor over there is still paying attention to the changes of Feng Yifei's blood pressure and ECG

"Blood pressure starts to pick up!"

"Blood pressure is basically normal!"

For a moment, all the doctors breathed a sigh of relief. The chief surgeon reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, saying: "OK, continue the operation, pay attention to the patient's blood pressure at any time!"

Once again, the sound of the collision of surgical knives sounded in a tense atmosphere. Feng Yifei lay there quietly, with all kinds of pipes on his body.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the sunlight from the window at the end of the corridor has become less and less bright. The red light of the setting sun has dyed the ground into a light red sunset.

The door of the operating room opened again, and Feng Chi jumped up from the bench reflexively and rushed over. Because when he stood up, he was so fierce that he was even in the dark. But he still quickly walked over and grabbed the doctor's sleeve and asked, "doctor, how's the operation going?"?! How's it going My dad... My dad, how's he doing? "

The doctor took off the mask and said kindly, "the operation is relatively smooth. You don't have to worry any more."

As the doctor said, he walked towards the office. "The donator needs to be observed for a while, but she is in good health. Neither of them should have any problems."

Li Qingning sat up straight and listened to his every word. Until he was sure that he had heard it correctly, the whole person relaxed completely. Leaning against Lan Qing's arms, his eyes were red, and he said softly, "Lan Qing, did you hear that? The doctor said the operation was smooth... Just now I thought... I thought..." she suddenly choked and couldn't speak.

Before long, Feng Yifei and Shen Xingchen were pushed out one after another, and their quiet faces gradually became clear.

They rushed up to Feng Yifei's hospital bed. He was lying quietly. His face looked very peaceful. In a coma, he still had a trace of stubbornness on his face.

Like this, Lan Qing suddenly saw Li Qingning's shadow on his face. It seemed that he was really his own father and daughter. His eyebrows were so similar. No matter how painful he was, he didn't say much. He just pursed his lips more tightly and hid everything.

Li Qingning and Feng Chi hold the edge of the bed tightly. With the doctor and nurse's steps, they push the mobile bed slowly. The mobile bed booms in the corridor.

However, he Jiawen went to Shen Xingchen's hospital bed. Compared with the mobile hospital bed in front of him, he was a little lonely. Only a few nurses and chief surgeon were around him, as if he had been forgotten.

He Jiawen looked down at her pale face and walked slowly with her, but his eyes flashed with different emotions.

When passing through the window of the corridor, the light red glow enveloped Shen Xingchen who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, making her whole person look soft.

Looking at her at the moment, he felt so familiar and familiar. He thought, maybe he and Shen Xingchen are the same kind of people. They exist only to meet the needs of those who are ahead of them. They live very well and never have to help themselves.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the people in front of him. They are looking at Feng Yifei on the bed, and they have forgotten the woman who just took off a liver.

A strong sense of powerlessness rushed to every corner of his body. He stretched out his hand and suddenly wanted to caress Shen Xingchen's pale cheek, but he only felt that his body was cold in bursts, surpassing the one brought by death.

It was not until the two mobile beds were all pushed into the intensive care unit that they stopped following and looked at the scene through the glass window.

All kinds of tubes were inserted into both of them. They were sleeping in a coma. Transparent liquid flowed into their bodies drop by drop through the rubber hose. The curves on the screen of the ECG monitor were beating regularly.

The operation is fairly smooth. As long as we get through this dangerous period, everything will not have too big a problem.

On the second day of the operation, Shen Xingchen was in the silent intensive care unit. His eyelashes shook a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes. It felt like rebirth. When he looked at the world, he suddenly felt unprecedented clarity and clarity.

She turned her head and saw he Jiawen frowning and looking at her eyes. The corners of her mouth sent out a faint smile. Then a huge sense of fatigue came to her, and she couldn't help falling asleep.

She spent the night in the intensive care unit without any abnormal conditions and was transferred to the intensive care unit.

But in the next few days, Li Qingning and Feng Chi were not relieved.

Winter seems to have passed at last. The season, which is pale and cold and always turns people's breath into white smoke, is finally passing. There are always one or two thunders over the city from time to time, and more and more thick clouds are rolling and piling up, covering the sky above them.

Feng Yifei's condition doesn't seem to improve at all. Three days later, he didn't wake up. The curve on the heartbeat detector is weaker day by day.

Although Li Qingning and Feng Chi are extremely worried, they can only look at him with oxygen mask through the thick glass, but they can't get close to him and call him to wake up.

His face was pale, and he looked a little thin. He could not see any blood color. His breathing was very slow, very slow, just like the liquid dripping slowly from the rubber hose. His chest was constantly undulating, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled together. I didn't know what he was going through at the moment.

This teenage man, who is suffering from this disease, seems to stay in a world they can't go to. He struggles to open his eyes, or not be swallowed by the black hole of death.