Chapter 395: Chapter 395

The intensive care unit where Jiang Lei was was almost constantly attended by doctors and nurses.

Jin Xuebin practically treated this place like his home.

He was here twenty-four hours a day.

He didn’t even go to the emergency room. Mr. Feng gave him the green light to be specifically responsible for Jiang Lei, making him Jiang Lei’s attending physician.

No one knew what the other doctors were murmuring to themselves.

How did Jin Xuebin catch Mr. Feng’s eye?

He was given the green light, even though Jin Xuebin had been relegated to the emergency room as an emergency doctor because he was sidelined in the department.

Now he’s been made an attending doctor, and It’s not easy to push him back. Few people know the details, because after the surgery that day, Mr. Feng held an emergency meeting.

This meeting was limited to the nurses and doctors of the emergency room.

No one knew what was said in the meeting, but that night, the doctors and nurses on duty in the emergency room kept their mouths tightly shut.

No one else knew what had happened.

After all, everyone’s attention was focused on that night when Mr. Feng called the surgical and internal medicine directors, who performed a splenectomy on a child.

Everyone knew this child, the child was a favored family member that Mr. Feng had watched grow up.

Jiang Lei, as a patient, was almost unnoticed.

The postoperative recovery was excellent.

Jin Xuebin guarded Jiang Lei every day, and on the first day in the intensive care unit, Jiang Lei’s condition was quite as expected, very successful, with no complications or other symptoms.

The next day, he was transferred directly to a regular ward.

Three days later, Jiang Lei’s youth and strong physique contributed to his excellent physical condition.

When Jin Xuebin conducted the check-up, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at how well Jiang Lei’s body had recovered.

This surgery was an exceptional success.

However, Jin Xuebin’s only concern was Jiang Xiaoxiao, who had not yet woken up.

She had been asleep for three days.

Not only did he visit Jiang Xiaoxiao’s ward every day, but even Mr. Feng did.

After all, it wasn’t normal for someone to sleep for three days and nights without waking.

Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi were anxious and didn’t know what to do, their son had woken up, but now their daughter was asleep.

And without any warning or reason.

Had it not been for Song Moting continuously reassuring them, telling them that Jiang Xiaoxiao had no physical issues and that she was probably just exhausted and would wake up naturally, both parents might have been driven to panic.

At this time, Mr. Feng in the hospital was really anxious.

In Xiao Cheng’s ward.

Xu Meng looked at her son, who was still connected to an oxygen tank. After the surgery, the child had complications and now teetered on the brink of life and death every day.

Overwhelmed by grief.

The child was so young yet had to endure such painful torment every day.

"Mr. Feng, how is Xiao Cheng’s condition now?"

Mr. Feng helplessly shook his head, "Don’t worry too much about the child’s condition, you must give him time to recover. You know his weak constitution, his congenital heart disease.

This time, the spleen ruptured from a fall from a height, and not only was the spleen injured, but other internal organs also suffered varying degrees of damage. The current situation is difficult to predict what will happen in the future. As long as he can come out of the intensive care unit, there is a 70% chance of a full recovery.

But be mentally prepared; during his time in intensive care, his heart condition has flared up several times. His current condition should have warranted a heart transplant long ago, but at present, the situation is not suitable for transplantation.

It’s better to go back and discuss it, make psychological preparations."

Not only Xiao Cheng was a child he watched grow up, but even Xu Meng, he had watched grow up.

He really didn’t want to say these things, but he couldn’t deceive them; the patient’s family had to know the most realistic situation.

Xiao Cheng’s condition was indeed concerning.

Xu Meng covered her mouth and cried out loud.

"What to do, what to do?"

Wu Pingjing hugged his wife tightly, comforting her.

"It’s okay! Xiao Cheng will certainly have the blessing of heaven. He will be alright, the child will get better."

He was their only son, and he had suffered greatly since birth. The child’s congenital heart disease required a heart transplant.

But heart donors were hard to come by.

The son struggled to live to the age of six, it was the result of the whole family’s painstaking efforts.

But now, it seemed, the child couldn’t hold on.

Jiang Xiaoxiao finally opened her eyes, and for a moment, she felt disoriented.

She didn’t know where she was.

The walls were white, the sheets were white, the curtains were white, but only when she smelled the disinfectant did she finally realize.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly, wondering why her body had become so delicate now. Previously, she could go through three surgeries without issue, and now fainting after just one surgery.

Was this a sign that she shouldn’t be a doctor?

Or was this a repercussion of being reborn?

Having gained the benefit of rebirth, does it come with side reactions?

Jiang Xiaoxiao then noticed Song Moting leaning against the head of the bed.

She hadn’t even moved, yet Song Moting realized she had woken, indicating that Song Moting had been watching her the whole time.

She turned to look at Song Moting.

One glance startled her.

The usually handsome Song Moting appeared disheveled and haggard now.

Slightly unshaven, with red, bloodshot eyes and dark circles, and a pale complexion, it made one’s heart ache.

Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out her hand to stroke the stubble on Song Moting’s chin.

"It’s okay! I’m fine, as long as you’re awake! Is there anywhere uncomfortable on your body? I’ll call a doctor to examine you."

Song Moting acted cautiously, as if afraid that he might break Jiang Xiaoxiao.

An ache welled up in Jiang Xiaoxiao’s heart.

"Brother Song, how long did I sleep this time?"

If it wasn’t for exceeding Song Moting’s expectations, he wouldn’t be .

"Three days and nights! Just like last time."

Song Moting answered gently, feeling reassured at seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao looking well-spirited.

In truth, he had some confidence that Jiang Xiaoxiao would wake up in three days and nights.

Knowing is one thing, but this kind of torment absolutely makes one anxious day and night.

"No need to call a doctor, I know my body, there’s nothing wrong, and I feel great. Except for being a bit hungry, there’s no problem, just like last time."

Jiang Xiaoxiao held onto Song Moting, unwilling to let him go to busy himself.

Song Moting looked very distressed.

Song Moting turned and held her closely, tightly as if afraid she would disappear.

"You scared me to death, you know that? I was really afraid you would never wake up again. Let’s not do surgeries anymore, let’s not help treat people anymore. I can’t bear the feeling of losing you. I hope you can live healthily and happily by my side."

Song Moting held Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly. Who could understand the torment of these three days and nights? If Jiang Xiaoxiao had to sleep for three days and nights every time she helped others treat illnesses, he would rather Jiang Xiaoxiao not be a doctor.

Besides being a doctor, there are many other professions in this world.

Even if Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t work at all, he could easily support his wife.

He couldn’t bear the feeling of possibly losing his beloved at any time, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao sleep like that, her breathing growing fainter as if she might disappear at any moment.

That kind of feeling is a pain and torment that no one else could imagine.