she fell from the galaxy

The doctor nodded with relief: "So far, the operation has gone well."

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou looked at each other, and the heart in his throat finally eased, and he even felt much easier to breathe.

"However, the completion of the operation does not mean the completion of the treatment. It is necessary to observe whether the patient has a rejection reaction in the follow-up. The first three days after the operation is a critical period. The patient can maintain a stable three-day period, which can indicate that the patient has basic immunity. After that , the transplant is considered successful if there is no implant dysfunction or subsequent rejection,” the doctor added.

The scene fell silent again.

Now every word the doctor said can make their mood ups and downs, like riding a roller coaster.

The doctor originally wanted to say that the patient may die at any time due to poor immunity and infection during this period, but considering the mood of the patient's family members at this time, he swallowed the words again.

I hope the child can survive the dangerous period safely.

Now I'm afraid the only thing I can do is pray.

On the night of the operation, the child developed recurrent fevers.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou were terrified by the situation of the little youth group. They stayed outside all night, not even daring to close their eyes, for fear that something unexpected would happen to the child.

Fortunately, the child's body temperature returned to normal the next day.

After hearing the news that the child's body temperature had returned to normal, Zhu Wuyou, who was too sleepy to hold on, went to take a nap.

Mo Sihan didn't dare to go to sleep, he was afraid that something bad would happen if he closed his eyes.

Because of not sleeping for a long time, Mo Sihan's eyes were bloodshot, looking a little scary.

During the day, Yan Qing was entrusted by Secretary Gong to bring a stack of urgent documents for him to sign, but unexpectedly, he gave him a hard look and scared him back.

Yan Qing knew this would be the result. If Secretary Gong hadn't kept calling him to beg him, he would never have accepted the job of waiting to be scolded.
Right now, even if a contract of several hundred million is waiting for Mo Sihan to sign, he will not take a look at it.

There are priorities, and the only thing Mo Sihan cares about now is whether the child can get through this test safely.

On the third night of the operation, it was the last 10 minutes before midnight.

On the bench in the corridor, Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou looked down at their watches at the same time.

Seeing that the three-day dangerous period after the operation was about to pass, the two felt as nervous as they were waiting to ring the New Year's bell on New Year's Eve.

Of course, unlike that, the tension is more prayerful.

Pray for the suffering to pass quickly, and pray for good luck to come soon.

Mo Sihan couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, staring at his watch nervously, silently counting down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

Zhu Wuyou felt the same way as him, and also counted every second.

"Tick! Tick!"

As time goes by, it seems to be getting closer to twelve o'clock every second.

When twelve o'clock finally arrived, Zhu Wuyou and Mo Sihan couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, crying with joy.

These three days are not easy for children and parents.

The child suffers inside, and the parents who stay outside the operating room, don't they live like years?

When the tense nerves in his head finally relaxed, Mo Sihan's feet went limp, and he slumped on the stool, never wanting to stand up again.

Having been up for more than forty hours, a deep sense of exhaustion swept over his body, Mo Sihan lay down on the bench, and soon fell asleep.

Zhu Wuyou knows that Mo Sihan's body has almost reached its limit.

This time, the corridor was silent, and the surroundings were so quiet that even people's breathing could be heard clearly.

Zhu Wuyou's head was drowsy, she went to the window to get some wind.

The cool wind at night carried a hint of coolness. After blowing for a while, Zhu Wuyou felt that his head was much clearer.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the 'Safe Sign' in Zhu Wuyou's hand was blown off to the ground.

Zhu Wuyou hastily squatted down to pick it up, feeling a sense of inexplicable uneasiness.

Could this be a bad omen?

After thinking about it, she felt that she was thinking too much.

Then Mo Sihan, who was worried about the child, fell asleep peacefully, so there should be no problem.

People, what are you afraid of, why are you here.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was opened, and a nurse rushed out and shouted: "Are you the patient's family members? The patient is currently undergoing emergency rescue, and you need to sign a critical illness notice!"
"Om~" Zhu Wuyou's head was blank, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was deaf.

For a while, she thought she was hallucinating.

With such a loud voice, Mo Sihan was not woken up, which shows how much he slept.

The nurse waved at her: "Are you the mother of the child? Why don't you come over and sign."

Zhu Wuyou finally came back to his senses, only to realize that what happened just now was not an auditory hallucination.

She wanted to go over to ask about the situation, but her feet became extremely heavy as if filled with lead and iron, and she couldn't even lift her feet a little.

Seeing her sluggish appearance, the nurse hurriedly urged: "Come here and sign, the patient's condition is very dangerous."

Hearing the word 'dangerous', Zhu Wuyou's heart burst open, and the tear became bigger and bigger, and the pain was so painful.

Zhu Wuyou staggered a few steps, knelt down at Mo Sihan's feet, desperately trying to wake him up: "Mo Sihan, wake up! You wake up!"

Mo Sihan woke up suddenly, Li Yu sat up straight, his eyes were blank and empty for a moment.

What happened?
I saw Zhu Wuyou was in a trance, clutching his chest, and weeping.

After Mo Sihan's eyes regained their clarity, he pulled his heart hard: "Zhu Wuyou, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

At this time, the nurse handed the critical illness notice and pen to Mo Sihan's hand: "President Mo, the patient's current condition is very critical, and the family members need to sign this."

Seeing the critical illness notice in his hand, Mo Sihan was struck by lightning, like a scarecrow whose soul had been taken away, completely at a loss.

Mo Sihan froze on the spot, the whole figure fell into the ice cave, and a chill shot from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Until his pupils shrank inch by inch, covered with a terrifying scarlet, making it unbearable to look directly at.
In Mo Sihan's subconscious mind, the three-day dangerous period had clearly passed, why did such a situation still occur?

The nurse was frozen by his eyes, and didn't dare to urge him any more, just stood there and waited.

"roll!"

Mo Sihan raised his bloodshot eyes, angrily tore up the critical illness notice, his voice was as cold as a devil crawling up from hell.

The nurse ran away in fright, and the current situation was obviously not something she could handle.

Mo Sihan's ears seemed to be deaf, as if he couldn't hear anything, and his whole body was shivering from the cold.

It was as if tens of thousands of ants had crawled across his heart, and countless bloody holes had been drilled into it, bloody and bloody.

The corridor was lifeless and unbelievably quiet.

Zhu Wuyou bit her lip and tried her best to suppress the crying, her shoulders trembled violently, tears fell one by one, she reached out tremblingly to wipe it, but no matter how she wiped it, she couldn't clean it.

*
"Da da da!"

There was a rush of footsteps coming from far to near, and Doctor Bai hurried over: "President Mo."

Mo Sihan grabbed Doctor Bai by the collar, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. If he put it on his neck, he could strangle him to death: "What's going on? Tell me, what's going on? "

Mo Sihan's eyes were terrifyingly bloodthirsty, and his whole body was trembling like a raging lion.

"President Mo, don't get excited, calm down first." Doctor Bai had never seen Mo Sihan like this.

"How do you want me to calm down?" Mo Sihan's eyes were tearing, he gritted his teeth and said, "I just want my child to be safe, is it difficult? What's the use of you experts?"

Dr. Bai was dragged to the ground by him. When he got up, he explained, "President Mo, listen to me. The child is being rescued inside right now. It won't help if you do this. You might as well calm down first."

"If something happens to the child..." Mo Sihan's stern warning was only halfway through, and then stopped.

The ugly words have already been said before, so there should be no need for him to remind them.

in the operating room.

"drop--"

At the same time, the instrument made a cold and piercing sound...

Not long after, the door of the operating room opened again, and Dr. Tan walked out shaking his head: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best."

The air seemed to be stagnant, suffocating to the extreme.

Mo Sihan almost couldn't stand up, his heart felt like being pierced by thousands of arrows, the pain made him unrecognizable, and he wanted to tear his eyes apart.

In an instant, there was a bloody smell in his throat, and a mouthful of blood choked out of Mo Sihan's mouth, spraying it on the ground.

Mo Sihan's face appeared on Mo Sihan's face with a despairing expression that only a person in extreme pain would have. In the next second, his eyes went dark and he passed out completely.

Xiaoqingtuan is his life, the child's life is gone, half of his life is also gone, gone.

"Quick, President Mo fainted..."

"Send it to the ward quickly."

Such a scene was too cruel, and all the doctors present shook their heads and sighed.

Death never discriminates between young and old, and the last thing doctors want to see is the death of a young patient.

"How could this be? Wasn't the child fine before?"

"Bone marrow transplant patients may experience various infections during the reconstruction process. This is related to the type of patient's condition, organ function, autoimmune reaction, and complications during the transplantation process. Unfortunately, the child's own There is still a serious crowding out reaction, and we have tried our best.”

……

After the noise in the corridor gradually disappeared, Zhu Wuyou sat there motionless, her eyes dimmed, as if she had lost her soul.

At this moment, she felt that even the air she breathed was painful.

Dr. Tan came over to comfort her: "Mrs. Mo, there are more than 7000 kinds of rare diseases and 3.5 million rare disease patients in the world. We are very sorry that this happened. People cannot be resurrected after death, so please forgive me."

Zhu Wuyou bit her lower lip desperately, her overwhelmed lips tasted a fishy sweetness, and an indescribable pain and self-blame was like a sharp knife, twisting her to a bloody mess.

"Baby...baby..." Tears blurred her vision, and she yelled the baby's name over and over again, tirelessly.

After a long time, Zhu Wuyou stood up while supporting the wall, and left the hospital tremblingly.

……