"The patient is temporarily out of life-threatening danger." The doctor was very tired, saying this while rubbing his temples.
"That’s great." Charles was so ecstatic he didn’t know what to do, turning around to look at Xiang Yiqing.
Xiang Yiqing was also very excited, with crystalline tears welling up in his eyes.
Then, the doctor added, "He still needs to stay in the intensive care unit for observation."
After that, he gave Xiang Yiqing and Charles a smile and left with his assistant nurse.
"Did you hear that?" After the doctor left, Charles was overjoyed, not knowing how to express the excitent in his heart. He raised his hands, hesitated for a mont, and then hugged Xiang Yiqing, "My son is out of danger, he’s made it, he’s made it."
He hugged so tightly that Xiang Yiqing almost couldn’t breathe, frowning, he pried Charles’s arms off while saying, "I know, please don’t be so excited."
This old man, when he’s aloof, he’s unapproachable, and now he’s so friendly when he’s happy.
After finally pushing Charles away, he excitedly leaned against the viewing window of the hospital room, watching Ji Chicheng who lay there.
His mood was indescribably excited.
Ji Chicheng, you must pull through, Anning and your two children are waiting for you.
Speaking of Anning, he needed to tell her this good news.
As Xiang Yiqing thought about this, he took out his phone and dialed Ji Anning’s number.
"Anning."
Ji Anning answered the phone, and Xiang Yiqing’s voice on the other end was very excited, like joyful excitent. She felt nervous yet expectant, "What is it?"
"Chicheng has passed the critical period." Xiang Yiqing’s tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.
His voice even changed a bit.
Hearing this, Ji Anning suddenly sat up, "Rea...really?"
Her hand clutched the quilt tightly with excitent, her eyes shining brightly.
Hadn’t she heard wrong? Her uncle had passed the critical period, had he really?
Xiang Yiqing nodded, "Yes, his condition is stabilizing day by day."
"That’s wonderful."
Ji Anning cried tears of joy.
She bent over, hugging the quilt and sobbing. No one knew how she endured these past days and nights, constantly wondering if her uncle didn’t pull through, would she still go on living?
How could she go on living? What would happen to Fenfen?
"Miss Anning, what’s going on?"
Madam Wu ca in holding Fenfen’s hand, just in ti for the dical rounds, and the doctor arrived too.
Ji Anning couldn’t contain her emotions, burying her head in the quilt, crying uncontrollably.
The doctor walked to the bedside, frowning at Ji Anning, reminding her seriously and sternly, "Miss Ji, you mustn’t let your emotions fluctuate like this."
"Yes, Miss Anning," Madam Wu also stepped forward, gently patting Ji Anning’s back, anxiously asking, "Child, what on earth happened, please don’t cry."
Ji Anning lifted her head, her face covered in tears, biting her lip in excitent and unable to speak. She stretched out her arms and embraced Madam Wu, "Aunt Wu, my...my uncle has passed the critical period."
At this mont, for everyone who cared about them, the wait had been too difficult, too tornting.
Hearing this good news, Madam Wu was also at a loss for how to express her excitent, "That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful, didn’t I say the Young Master has his guardian angels’ protection."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes too.
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