Chapter 221: Surgery Successful

Bo Yanching wanted to ask what the matter was.

But when it came to Nan Jiaojiao, he had no aversion at all.

So he promptly replied, “Okay.”

Jiang Yu had specially built a mortise and tenon structured house in the back courtyard.

It was a two-story building, with medicinal herbs planted in the front and back yards, many of which were rare and hard to find on the market and were casually planted on both sides of the arched bridge.

The house was surrounded by an inner stream, which originated right at this spot.

The operating room was also located here.

It had been many years since it was used; last night he had ordered the servants to restart it, and they had cleaned it inside and out.

Jiang Yu, uncharacteristically setting down his smoking pipe, donned his gloves, and said in a deep voice, “Old Lady, don’t be nervous, it’s only been a few years since I’ve taken the lead in surgery, but my hands are still steady.”

“…” Old Lady Bo’s heart was in turmoil!

Nan Jiaojiao even had the mistaken impression that she saw Old Lady Bo’s barely conscious foot twitch.

She feared that without Jiang Yu’s treatment, Old Lady Bo would be so frightened that she could stand up and walk straight.

Two hours passed.

When the light in the operating room went out, the people along the hallway immediately stood up.

The assistant wheeled Old Lady out and took her to a room nearby.

Jiang Yu followed and without waiting for anyone to ask, he said directly, “The surgery was successful.

The anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet, so let Old Lady have a good sleep.

She may develop inflammation and fever tonight and will stay here.”

As she spoke, she strode toward Pei Dongshi, swung a fist to his chest, “It’s only been three years since I stopped watching over her, and you’ve let her waste away to nothing, a minor surgery and she faints at the sight of blood!”

Upon hearing this, Bo Yanching’s face changed, and he hurried toward the operating room, where at the door, he saw Nan Jiaojiao coming out.

Her pale, cool face looked even paler under the halo of light, and as she looked up at him, her body swayed and fell into his arms.

She hadn’t fainted, merely leaned against him, as if it were difficult to breathe.

“Ancestor, I’m not fainting from blood.”

“Then what is it?

You endured for two whole hours, if the surgery hadn’t ended, how long were you planning to keep it up?”

Jiang Yu glared at her, her teeth clenched.

Just now, when Nan Jiaojiao nearly fainted, it had given her a fright, causing her to rush out to settle accounts with Pei Dongshi.

Now she remembered she was a doctor and immediately hurried over to take Nan Jiaojiao’s pulse.

It was superficial and vacuous, sometimes deep, sometimes delayed.

Jiang Yu’s eyes lifted, “Hungry?”

Nan Jiaojiao hastened to explain, “I had something to eat, but my appetite hasn’t been good recently, and I haven’t eaten much.”

She didn’t feel well, so her appetite was poor, but not wanting to mistreat herself, she hadn’t skipped a meal, just had little.

Despite requiring high concentration on the operating table, her stomach suddenly hurt badly.

Jiang Yu let out a sigh of relief and irritably let go of her hand, “Missing one meal, and you’re starving like this, so fragile!”

After the scolding, she walked away.

She hadn’t even left the stairs when she heard Jiang Yu’s unsettled command, “What are you standing there for, go let the dining hall know, make some nourishing, stomach-friendly food that doesn’t take long to prepare.”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed softly and stood up leaning on Bo Yanching.

“Thank you.”

Bo Yanching’s hands paused, and after a stiff moment, they slid into his pockets, his dark eyes sinking, silent.

“Everyone, the rooms here are used for storing herbs.

The room Old Lady is staying in has been temporarily cleared out.

After she wakes up, she’ll go back to the main villa as usual.

I’ve arranged guest rooms for you all, if you don’t mind, stay the night and rest.”

No wonder Nan Jiaojiao mentioned staying overnight.

It was because of Grandma.

Bo Yanching felt his heart warm with a surge, quickly replacing the momentary sense of loss he had felt when she left.

Unfortunately, as he looked at Nan Jiaojiao, Pei Dong took her away, his gentlemanly hand guiding her into the distance, his wide shoulders hiding Nan Jiaojiao’s figure from view.

Just right to block Bo Yanching’s line of sight.