Husband of the richest man after flash marriage

Lin Wan'er opened her lips and replied: "I have already gone in to see him."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Bo nodded immediately: "Okay, just go and see him! While he is still fine, you can spend more time with him..."

She couldn't say anything after that.

But Lin Wan'er understood what the old lady wanted to say.

Old Mrs. Bo was afraid that Bo Hanyu wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, so she wanted to take advantage of his limited time to let her be with him.

Lin Wan'er glanced sideways at Bo Xiangdong.

Without waiting for Bo Xiangdong to say anything, Mrs. Bo spoke directly.

"You don't have to worry about him. As long as I'm here, no one can separate you and Xiaoyu!"

She had long since determined that Lin Wan'er was her granddaughter-in-law.

If her son hadn't caused so many troubles, she might even have her great-grandchild in her arms now.

Bo Xiangdong didn't say anything, as if he acquiesced.

Mrs. Bo prayed to God: "Amitabha, please keep my grandson safe and sound! If Xiaoyu can survive this catastrophe, I am willing to fund the construction of several more temples in City A!"

Lin Wan'er prayed with Mrs. Bo.

I also sincerely hope that Bo Hanyu will be safe and sound.

If he is okay this time, she is willing to give him another chance to get back together with him.

Zhang Shanshan and Fang Jianming chased Lin Wan'er all the way to the entrance of the ICU. They saw Mrs. Bo and Bo Xiangdong here too. It was not convenient for them to get too close.

However, with Mrs. Bo here, Bo Xiangdong naturally did not dare to do anything to Lin Wan'er, and they were relieved.

After a while, the expert group came out from the meeting.

Foreign experts, the director, and the attending doctor came to the ICU ward in person to report the status of their discussions to Mrs. Bo and Bo Xiangdong.

"How's it going? Has my grandson been saved?" Old Mrs. Bo asked anxiously.

The director quickly reassured: "Mrs. Bo, don't worry, the surgical plan has just been discussed by foreign experts and doctors from our hospital."

"When will the surgery be performed?" Bo Xiangdong also asked proactively.

"The operation will start the day after tomorrow and will last for about a day. Domestic and foreign experts will take turns on the operating table!" the director replied.

"The day after tomorrow? So soon?" Old Mrs. Bo was surprised.

The dean hurriedly explained: "The location where Mr. Bo was shot this time was near his heart. When we examined him today, we found that the bullet moved half a millimeter toward his heart. Surgery must be performed as soon as possible!"

In fact, if the foreign experts had not just arrived today and needed to catch up on the jet lag, they would have preferred to have the surgery early tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Bo's face became serious: "How confident are you with this operation?"

The director didn't dare to hide it: "To be honest, the success rate of this operation is very low, only about 20.00% at most!"

Old Mrs. Bo almost fainted: "20.00%? How can it be so low?"

Lin Wan'er next to her also looked pale.

Even Bo Xiangdong, who had never cared about his eldest son's life or death, felt heavy in his heart.

The dean's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "The bullet was originally too close to the heart, and it was very difficult to remove it safely. In addition, Mr. Bo had previously undergone a heart transplant, which further increased the difficulty of the operation."

He paused for a moment when he said this, and had to bite the bullet and say the most ugly thing first: "You'd better be mentally prepared to lose him at any time!"

As soon as he said these words, Old Mrs. Bo fainted.

Bo Xiangdong almost didn't mention it in one breath.

He has already lost a daughter and a son. If Bao Hanyu has another shortcoming, the Bo family will really be wiped out.

Is this God's retribution for Bo Xiangdong?

Although Lin Wan'er was young, she would not faint immediately after hearing this like Mrs. Bo.

But she was really shocked.

Her heart felt like it was about to collapse, and her whole body was frozen motionless.

She suddenly felt more hopeless than she had ever felt before.

It was like the feeling of being suddenly poured down from the top of your head by a basin of cold water in the dead of winter. Your whole body was so cold that you couldn't keep warm at all.

The dean quickly arranged for Mrs. Bo to be sent to emergency room.

Bo Xiangdong was also pushed to take oxygen by the nurse.

Only Lin Wan'er remained at the door of the ICU.

She stayed all night.

During this period, Zhang Shanshan and Fang Jianming came over several times to persuade her to go back to the ward to rest, but she refused.

She just sat alone on the bench in front of the ICU, without saying a word, staring longingly at Bo Hanyu lying on the bed inside.

Later, even the special care nurse in the ICU couldn't stand it anymore and advised her to go back and rest.

Unfortunately it didn't work.

Lin Wan'er was determined to stay there and keep vigil.

Mrs. Bo was right. While Bo Hanyu was still alive, she wanted to spend more time with him.

They don't have much time left.

Bo Hanyu will have surgery the day after tomorrow.

Surgery has only a 20.00% success rate.

If she failed, she would lose him forever.

Let her spend more time with him at this time.

Lin Wan'er stayed there without crying or fussing, as if Bao Hanyu had just fallen asleep.

Although she was sad and in extreme pain, she could not hold back a single tear on her face.

She can't break down.

Bao Hanyu hadn't confirmed that something was wrong yet, so she had to continue to hold on.

How long can it last?

In this way, Lin Wan'er sat on the bench in the ICU until dawn.

At dawn, the hospital was the quietest and the least crowded.

Lin Wan'er's wound had not healed yet, and after staying up all night again, she became extremely weak.

But she was still guarding Bao Hanyu at the door of the ICU, never leaving.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came to my ears.

Lin Wan'er didn't care.

Until Bo Xiangdong's voice came: "Lin Wan'er!"

His voice was particularly old and hoarse.

Lin Wan'er was suddenly startled and looked up.

They saw Bo Xiangdong coming alone in an electric wheelchair.

"You..." She was startled, her pale and pretty face looked disconcerting under the light.

"Let me see my son!"

Bo Xiangdong's wheelchair stopped beside her and he explained quietly.

Following her gaze, she looked at Bo Hanyu lying on the ICU bed.

He stared at him like this for a while, until his throat became sore, and he looked away.

"Do you hate him?" Bo Xiangdong suddenly asked.

"What?" Lin Wan'er didn't react for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Bo Xiangdong would choose this time to come over and talk to her.

It's still such a strange question.

"Don't hate him, everything is my fault and has nothing to do with him!" Bo Xiangdong continued.

"I know." Lin Wan'er lowered her eyes and replied.

Bo Xiangdong sat there in silence for a while, feeling that there were some things he had to tell her clearly before he died.

"Actually, your father is not dead..."

Lin Wan'er was shocked.

"What did you say?" She immediately turned her head and looked at him in disbelief.

"Your father... Si Boyu... cough..." Bo Xiangdong coughed violently as soon as he said this.

His old face turned red and he looked very uncomfortable. The more he coughed, the worse he got.

It feels like I will cough to death at any moment...