Chapter 1117: Who Stayed

The three-letter “In Surgery” light turned off after two hours.

Bo Yanching was wheeled out.

Nan Jiaojiao followed along and left.

They were all familiar faces, anything needed to be reminded was said as they walked, all the way to the outside of the ward.

A few of the men helped Bo Yanching onto the bed, with Nan Jiaojiao standing guard beside him.

With just a look, Xu Shu had Yaen Chi understand immediately, saying to Nan Jiaojiao, “Jiaojiao, let’s step out for a bit.

Old Xu wants to talk to me about some precautions.”

“Okay.” Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

Yaen Chi, Xu Shu, and Han Chuan went out together.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to listen, nor was it necessary.

She knew how to take care of things after the surgery.

Bo Yanching was still alive, not disabled, not in a severe condition, which was already very good.

She had endured the whole day, just staring at the surgery room for several hours, already couldn’t hold on any longer.

This was a single ward, and there was a smaller accompanying bed nearby.

Nan Jiaojiao had thought about pushing the small bed over to be next to him, but with the bit of strength she had left, it was difficult, so she didn’t bother, lying down on the small bed to sleep instead.

When Xu Shu and the others came in, they tactfully turned off the lights.

Speaking in a low voice, “Let her sleep for a bit, she’s been holding on the whole day.

Brother Yan is going to be alright.

If nothing unexpected happens, he’ll wake up tomorrow.

It’s just that he might have a fever tonight, so it’s best to have one more person stay.”

Xu Shu took off his glasses, folded them carefully, and put them in the pocket on his chest, “I’m on duty tonight, I’ll stay.”

Yaen Chi said, “Let me stay.

I took a nap at noon, I can hold on by resting on the sofa for a bit.”

Xu Shu clicked his tongue, “Don’t add to the chaos, you don’t know a damn thing about caregiving.”

“Xu, you really are unpleasant to listen to…”

“What are you arguing for!”

Xu Shu glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, “She’ll wake up in a bit.”

Yaen Chi begrudgingly held back his temper.

In the end, no one budged, and they all stayed.

Han Chuan went to buy dinner, not planning to leave either.

Yaen Chi politely said that too many people couldn’t stay in the ward, telling Han Chuan to go back and rest.

Without even a token refusal, Han Chuan agreed immediately.

If he weren’t so loyally devoted to Bo Yanching and quick on his feet, Yaen Chi would have criticized him.

…

On the way back, Lu Zhenzhen was asleep in the chair.

Gao Zhe was driving.

No one spoke.

Even with the window open, the atmosphere in the car felt oppressive.

The car drove into the villa, Gao Zhe didn’t park in the garage but stopped by the playground he personally made for Lu Zhenzhen in the front yard.

Colorful lights shone on the car body, Gao Zhe lit a cigarette, only took a puff, rested his hand outside the window, letting the cigarette burn.

Lu Zhenzhen tilted her head, bumped it against the car door, waking herself up, opened her eyes, glanced outside, then turned to look at the man beside her, just about to speak, she noticed the cigarette between his fingers.

“Gao Zhe, you’re smoking.”

Gao Zhe didn’t look at her, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, a cold, light response, “Yeah.”

Lu Zhenzhen took a deep breath, “I’m saying, you are smoking.”

Gao Zhe flicked the ash, turned his face to the side, and casually looked ahead, he brought the cigarette back to his lips, took a puff.

Lu Zhenzhen tightly furrowed her brows, grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, stuck it in her own, pushed the door open, and got out of the car.

Gao Zhe’s face looked very displeased.

He stared at Lu Zhenzhen’s angry figure walking away, pulled out a lighter, tried lighting it several times, becoming increasingly irritated, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag from it.

Lu Zhenzhen took a shower, and when she came out, she didn’t see Gao Zhe in the room.