Chu Huan and Aunt Dong used the excuse of going to the bathroom to sneak into the back corridor. Chu Huan was pacing nervously,
"What should we do, Aunt Dong? What if Gu Nianyang really saves Old Master Chu? Why didn’t you be more decisive?"
Aunt Dong replied steadily, "That’s impossible. Old Master Chu has suffered a brain hemorrhage; even if he survives, he’ll be in a vegetative state. As long as he can’t speak, we won’t be exposed. Miss Chu, you need to stay calm!"
Chu Huan’s face was sullen, her hands clenched so tightly they bled. Gu Nianyang, you’d better not succeed in that surgery.
You’ve already stolen my man; you can’t take my identity, too. Dad is mine, Mom is mine, Brother is mine. Old Master Chu must die; you won’t change this!
An hour passed, then two, then five.
The light in the operating room remained on. Nianyang was more than halfway through the surgery, with Li Tingyan assisting her. This was his first time accompanying Nianyang during surgery, and he didn’t expect being a doctor to be this exhausting. His wife was truly working hard.
Nianyang used an acupuncture technique from her special space, targeting the points in Old Master Chu’s brain to improve blood circulation. The old man’s body couldn’t endure a long cranial operation like a young person could. Only by keeping his blood flowing and his tissues healthy could the surgery succeed.
Finally, the light in the operating room went out. Li Tingyan opened the door, and the Chu Family rushed in.
"How is it, how is it, did you save my dad?"
Chu Tianming carefully looked over at Old Master Chu. The old man wore an oxygen mask and had bandages wrapped around his head. Nianyang was sitting nearby, panting and gulping down water.
Chu Tianming’s eyes reddened as he looked on; his dad was so pitiful, suffering such torment at his age.
Chu Zhan asked, "Little Nian, are you okay?"
Nianyang wiped her mouth, her gaze sweeping the room unintentionally landing on Aunt Dong and Chu Huan before pulling back thoughtfully. "I can’t say whether the surgery was successful or not. We’ll have to wait until tonight’s critical period is over, and then I’ll give you an answer."
Her words were ambiguous, and Chu Huan couldn’t hold back, "What do you mean? If he’s saved, he’s saved. If not, then he’s not. What’s this about waiting until tonight? Are you buying time?"
Nianyang shot a cold gaze over, "If you don’t understand medicine, don’t stand around speaking nonsense. All high-risk surgeries have a critical isolation period during which patients can experience all kinds of complications. They must make it through this period before we can truly diagnose!"
Chu Tianming glared at Chu Huan, "Nianyang, the Divine Doctor, is saving your grandfather. What’s your attitude? Get out and stop causing trouble!"
Chu Huan ran off with a wronged expression, leaving Aunt Dong standing there with an uncertain look.
Li Tingyan spoke up, "Chu Zhan, you stay. Uncle Chu, Aunt Chu, you should go home and rest first. We will stay here to monitor the old man’s vital signs; you can return tomorrow morning."
Chu Tianming and Yunrou knew they should cooperate at a time like this. They’d been watching over him all day and night and couldn’t endure any longer, so they nodded and prepared to leave.
Nianyang suddenly asked, "Aunt Chu, pardon my boldness, but why did you suddenly decide to get beauty treatments yesterday morning? Didn’t you never have them before?"
Aunt Dong’s eyelids twitched, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. How did this girl know to ask such a question? Had she noticed something?
Yunrou didn’t think much of it and answered, "Xiaohuan gave me a discount card, saying it was from her classmate who asked us to support their business."