916: Chapter 913: There Won’t Be Any Problems 916: Chapter 913: There Won’t Be Any Problems “He won’t have any issues, will he?” Ye Ranran watched as the three words ‘in surgery’ lit up, and her heart soared with tension.
She really disliked hospitals, especially the operating theater.
Because her mother died in an operating room, erging as a cold corpse.
Later on, her grandfather also passed away from a failed surgery, barely breathing when he was wheeled out, and departed before even finishing his last words.
Now it was Song Ze, and she also feared that he would erge as a corpse.
“It’s okay, don’t worry.
The top experts are here this ti,” Jun Mochan comforted Ye Ranran.
“But there’s only a thirty percent chance,” Ye Ranran beca increasingly anxious.
“Ranran,” Jun Mochan said a bit sternly, “since you chose to have him undergo surgery, then you should have thought about this consequence.
No matter what happens, we need to be prepared for the worst but also hope for the best, okay?”
Ye Ranran thought for a while, then nodded gently, “You’re right, it was my choice, even if he…”
If sothing happened to him, it would be her fault.
“If sothing happens to him, it has nothing to do with you.
It’s his life, you have no reason or excuse to bear this burden for him,” Jun Mochan said with an intense expression, “Rather than living a life in a haze, I think he would prefer to return to being the real Song Ze.”
Ye Ranran neither nodded nor shook her head, contemplating thoughtfully, as if considering Jun Mochan’s words.
She understood the reasoning, but she still couldn’t help but worry.
She feared an accident.
She feared a living person entering, and a cold corpse coming out.
“Don’t worry, it will be fine,” Jun Mochan kept comforting Ye Ranran.
The warmth of his body continuously transferred to Ye Ranran.
Many of Ye Ranran’s fears were dispersed.
She leaned her back against Jun Mochan’s chest, staring unblinkingly at the operating room.
Just as her eyes began to sour and tears were about to fall, the door to the operating room finally opened.
Ye Ranran wanted to rush forward but could not muster the courage; her legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move.
“Don’t be nervous.” Jun Mochan released her, instead holding her hand, took two steps forward, and stood in front of the doctor: “Doctor, how did it go?”
“The surgery was relatively successful, but whether he can wake up depends on tonight,” the doctor said.
Ye Ranran finally reacted, grabbing the doctor’s arm, “What do you an?
If it was successful, doesn’t that an everything’s fine?
Why might he not wake up?”
“The area he was injured in was the brain.
Although the surgery was successful, we still have to observe what follows,” the doctor said, devoid of emotion.
The doctor had seen family mbers of patients more emotional than Ye Ranran; having seen too much, he had beco numb, just as he had beco used to the sight of people dying on the operating table.
Ye Ranran still wanted to ask sothing, but Jun Mochan stopped her, “That’s enough, the doctor did his best.”
“But…” Wasn’t it supposed to be a success?
If it was a success, why might he not wake up?
“Relax, everything will be okay.
Trust , okay?” Jun Mochan wasn’t actually sure himself, but seeing Ye Ranran like this, he could only comfort her.
“Really?” Ye Ranran lifted her eyelids, staring intently at him.
Jun Mochan nodded, “Really.”
Okay then, Ye Ranran finally cald down.
Jun Mochan arranged a high-end ward for Song Ze.
Just as everything settled down, the phone rang.
Ye Ranran didn’t know what was said on the phone, but it suddenly made Jun Mochan’s expression change.
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