"Old Ning, I’m still scared. You said his injuries are so severe, what if... what if..." Zhang Yun didn’t dare to continue.
If Qin Ru Hai died, she would feel guilty and restless for the rest of her life.
"It’ll be alright. He will definitely get better," Ning Yibin said, though he was also very worried in his heart; after all, the injuries were too serious, and it was uncertain whether he would survive.
Qin Jian hoped that Qin Ru Hai could live safely; his adoptive father was a good man.
He had not skimped on affection during his childhood.
This nurturing affection, Qin Jian could never forget no matter what.
The surgery was still underway and wouldn’t be finished for a while.
Qin Jian stopped pacing, turned around, and saw An Hao’s pale complexion. She seemed very uncomfortable.
"Were you frightened just now?" He silently reproached himself for his negligence, forgetting that the accident happened right before her eyes.
Such a horrific, bloody scene would scare her, wouldn’t it?
"No," An Hao shook her head, "Did you forget I’m studying medicine?"
On second thought, that wasn’t right. If she said that, Qin Jian would surely ask her why, wouldn’t he?
"I know, but you’re only a sophomore. Your mental toughness is still lacking," Qin Jian gently embraced her shoulders and whispered, "In the days to come, this incident will replay in your mind over and over, strengthening until you’re no longer scared. Later, if you encounter similar situations, you won’t be so afraid."
An Hao followed his lead and asked, "How do you understand this mindset so well?"
Qin Jian squinted his eyes, recalling the China-Vietnam self-defense counter-strike war of ’79.
The first time he personally killed an enemy on the battlefield, the scene had been reinforced in his mind for a long time. The smoke from the battlefield, the warriors’ mutilated limbs, and the rivers of blood are still as clear as day in his memory.
But now, recalling it no longer sparked the initial panic, only the pain etched deeply in his heart and impossible to erase.
"You’ve forgotten, I’m a man who’s been to war," Qin Jian said, stroking her hair.
An Hao nodded: "I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me."
"That’s good," Qin Jian sighed lightly.
Seeing that it was getting late and no one had eaten lunch, An Hao took the initiative to suggest going out to buy some food.
She and Qin Jian were young and could endure, but the two elders couldn’t. They were both nearly sixty years old and couldn’t withstand the strain.
They had been waiting outside the operation room for more than two hours, and it seemed the surgery wouldn’t finish until evening.
An Hao brought back some food, and the family sat down and ate a little.
Evening fell, and the street lamps on both sides of the road glowed.
An Hao stood up, ready to go out and buy dinner when the lights in the operating room went off.
The door of the operating room opened, and Yan Ye, along with a group of surgeons, walked out.
"Little Yanzi, how is it?" Zhang Yun asked anxiously as she approached.
"We managed to revive him. But whether he can wake up is a problem. You should prepare for the worst," Yan Ye was a cardiothoracic surgeon, and he had been urgently called in to assist because he was at the hospital and hadn’t left yet. "Specific details, Dr. Zhang will discuss with you. He is the chief surgeon."
Ning Yibin asked in detail about the situation, and the answer he received essentially implied that the patient was also very likely to become vegetative.
Upon hearing this, Qin Jian also became worried; if two members of the Qin Family became vegetative, their future would be unbearable.