Joey's body trembled, he stumbled back a few times and hit the wall.
The cold wall made her gradually wake up.
She knew that by signing this, there was an 80% chance that her father would not be able to get off the operating table.
If he didn't sign, his father's life would be in danger at any time.
Faced with such a difficult choice, Joey forced himself to calm down.
She walked slowly to the doctor, took the surgical drape from her hand, and scrawled her name on it.
And her tears fell down her cheeks and onto the operating drape at that moment.
She choked and said, "Can I go in and stay with my father?"
The doctor frowned: "The operation will take seven or eight hours. Your current physical condition is not suitable for going in. Just wait outside and we will do our best to rescue you."
Joey nodded numbly and watched as the door to the emergency room was closed again.
Time passed minute by minute. In just half an hour, Joey felt like he had gone through a century.
She stood in the corridor and paced back and forth, her eyes never leaving the door of the operating room.
Han Zhiyi comforted her heartily: "Yiyi, sit down and take a rest. Children like you are in danger."
Thinking of this, Joey forced himself to calm down.
Sit in a chair and stare blankly.
Just then, the door to the operating room opened.
Joey's heart suddenly stopped beating at that moment.
During the operation, the doctor ran out and there was only one possibility.
That means things are bad.
She immediately ran over, her voice trembling unpretentiously: "Doctor, how are you doing?"
The doctor was a little confused: "The operation is complicated, and the patient's various physiological indicators are abnormal. Please sign a critical illness notice."
Hearing these words, Song Yanchen immediately stepped forward to support Joey and comforted him in a deep voice: "Yiyi, the critical illness notice does not mean that he will not be saved. You have to believe Uncle Qiao."
Joy's mind was already confused, and she didn't even know how she signed her name.
Seeing the operating room door closed again, she clasped her hands together.
Pray silently.
At this moment, a low and tired voice came from behind.
"Lawyer Qiao, Dr. Elud is here."
Hearing this, everyone turned around.
Chen Zhuo came from a short distance with an old foreigner with golden hair.
Joey's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately walked over and asked, "Where is Lu Wenzhou?"
Chen Zhuo hesitated and said, "In order to avoid the combat zone, Mr. Lu escorted us out. He was surrounded by people, but don't worry, he has Bai Shisi by his side, so he will be fine."
Then, he looked at Song Yanchen and asked, "What's the situation now?"
Song Yanchen immediately explained the situation and then asked: "How sure are you?"
Edson narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "70%, but I will do my best for Mr. Lu and Miss Qiao."
"Okay, I'll let someone take you in."
The door to the operating room opened and closed again.
After Edson's whole body was disinfected, he put on surgical equipment and walked to the operating table.
Joey stood outside the door, and his originally tense heart did not get any relief from Edson's arrival. Instead, the string became even tighter.
She didn’t know what the war was like over there, and she didn’t know whether Lu Wenzhou could break through the encirclement.
She clenched her fists tightly with both hands, and her teeth kept chattering.
Song Yanchen was heartbroken when she saw Joey like this.
He wanted to hold his sister in his arms and comfort her, telling her that she had a brother and not to worry.
But these words could only be stuck in his throat and he did not dare to say them out.
He slowly walked to Joy, handed her a glass of warm water, and said in a soft voice: "Wen Zhou once spent three years in the special forces. He knows combat techniques. Besides, the army over there will not target people from our country. He Everything will be fine."
He patted Joey's head lightly a few times, and wanted to stay on top of her head with his big hand for a while, but soon, he took it away.
Chen Zhuo also quickly comforted him: "Lawyer Qiao, Mr. Lu will be fine. Maybe he has escaped, but there is no signal there and he cannot contact us."
Faced with everyone's relief, Joey gradually gained some relief.
She raised her watery eyes and said in a low voice: "I know he will not abandon us, and he will definitely come back."
After saying that, she wiped away her tears, picked up the water glass and took a few sips.
Then he looked at Chen Zhuo and said, "Assistant Chen, I want to eat. Go buy me one."
Chen Zhuo was stunned for a moment and immediately responded: "Okay, I'll buy it right away."
Ten minutes later, Chen Zhuo bought beef porridge and three-fresh steamed dumplings.
Joey sat on a bench in the hospital hallway and ate everything.
Seeing her forcing herself to eat, everyone around her had red eyes.
They all knew that Joey was trying to cheer himself up.
Waiting for his father's surgery to be successful, waiting for Lu Wenzhou to come back.
How much mental endurance do you have to be able to adjust your emotions in such a short period of time?
A few hours later, the door to the operating room finally opened.
Joey, who was walking around the door just now, stood stiffly in place now.
The two thighs were as motionless as if they were filled with lead.
She was suddenly very nervous and scared.
She was afraid that the doctor would tell her, 'I'm sorry, we have tried our best'.
The person who came out was Xu Yan. His face looked tired, but the corners of his lips had a slight arc.
He looked in the direction of Joey and shouted: "Joey, the operation was successful, Uncle Qiao is saved."
Upon hearing this, Han Zhiyi, who had been sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly stood up.
Regardless of wanting to cheer.
But her thigh was still in a cast, and the fracture hadn't fully healed yet.
A heartbreaking pain made her couldn't help but throw herself in the direction of Xu Yan.
Xu Yan immediately stretched out his arms to hug her.
A careless laughter sounded above Han Zhiyi's head: "It's useless to throw myself into my arms, I can't do anything now."
Han Zhiyi realized what he meant and glared at her angrily.
"If it weren't for the sake of saving Uncle Joe, I would really want to strangle you to death."
Xu Yan smiled lowly: "Okay, Uncle Qiao won't come out until a while. Go and see Joey quickly. He must be exhausted after waiting for so long. Go back and rest quickly."
Han Zhiyi then controlled the wheelchair, walked to Joey, took her cold little hand and said, "Yiyi, it's okay. Uncle Qiao is here. Be obedient and let's go take a rest."
Joey had a smile on his face, but there were tears in his eyes.
"I'll take a look at my dad and then go rest. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me or the baby. We still have to wait for Lu Wenzhou to come back."
The more sensible she is, the more people around her feel distressed.
It wasn't until this moment that Song Yanchen realized that Joey's stubbornness was exactly the same as his mother's.
Their two personalities are so similar.
They all look soft and gentle, but there is a kind of cold arrogance and stubbornness in their bones.
He looked at Joey with red eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a beautiful arc.
Just then, his cell phone rang, and a deep and hoarse voice came from it.
"How is Yiyi?"
