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Han Guanshan was outside the operating room, frowning and pursing his lips, staring inside.

At this moment, the woman was more obedient than ever before.

She lay on the cold operating table with her eyes closed, unconscious, allowing the doctor to disinfect and anesthetize her.

"How's her face?"

"The patient is not prone to scarring and the incision is smooth, so I use a non-traumatic closure tape, which eliminates the need for sutures, but a shallow scar will be left after healing."

It doesn't matter if there are some scars, but when she wakes up, how can I explain to her the scars on her face, the hand with a missing finger, and the snake bite marks on her body.

Han Guanshan took out a cigarette, his hand holding it was shaking a little. He tried to light it twice but failed, so he simply held it in his mouth and didn't smoke.

"What are the expectations for the surgery, and how much memory can she lose?"

"It's really hard to be sure. It could be more than a decade, or she might forget everything. But I will increase the dosage as much as possible according to your request, so that she will forget everything and only remember you."

After all, they had known each other since she was six years old.

The doctor hesitated, but still said, "Boss, I suggest you reconsider. This kind of surgery not only damages the memory, but may also have other sequelae. Moreover, the surgery is not a permanent solution. If the effect is not good... she will regain her lost memory sooner or later."

Han Guanshan looked at her on the operating table, as delicate as a doll in a window.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, broke it between his fingertips, crushed the tobacco, and swallowed.

"Do."

"Yes, boss."

It was hard to tell whether he felt blocked or relieved in his heart. Han Guanshan stood guard at the door of the ward, muttering to himself, "Qiqi, don't blame me. I made Fu Haitang and Chen Fang like this. If you don't forget all this, how can you forgive me?"

"Don't blame me... From now on, you will only remember me and will never recognize Fu Haitang again."

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At the same time, at Jingxi Hospital, Chen Fang was pushed into the operating room.

"Family members!" The doctor shouted towards the corridor as he looked at the man who had lost too much blood and was almost chopped to pieces.

This man looked very familiar. If he was not mistaken, he seemed to be from the Fu family. He could not be neglected. "Where are the family members? Come over and sign!"

"We... are not family members, we are his subordinates. Can we sign?" A Xiao said anxiously and wanted to grab a pen.

The doctor was anxious, "Hurry up, rescue first, call all the relevant experts to prepare for me. This is someone from the Fu family, we must get him back!"

Heavy and hurried footsteps were heard outside the corridor. Song Jingming snatched the surgery confirmation form and signed it quickly.

"I'm a family member."

The doctor understood that it was indeed the Fu family. "Don't worry, Second Young Master. Leave the person to us. We will definitely get him back from the hands of the King of Hell."

Song Jingming nodded and tried his best to remain calm, but his voice was still flustered, "Thank you for your help."

Outside the operating room, people were coming and going in a hurry.

The top surgeons in Beijing gathered here, each with a nervous look on their faces, studying the rescue plan. "Multiple fractures, damaged internal organs with ruptures, sunken skull with blood, multiple puncture wounds..."

"Incredible, how did he persist until now?"

Song Jingming listened to the story about the man, leaned against the wall with his head down, and clenched his fists in his coat pockets.

Axiao looked at Song Jingming, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

I don’t know if the boss can be saved. If there is no hope at all, then let’s talk about what the boss told him to do.

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Abroad, time drags forward minute by minute, and the operating room corridors, marked with foreign language signs, are extremely quiet.

The operating light went out, and the doctor took off his mask, revealing a foreign face. He extended his hand to the only man in the long corridor.

After shaking hands, the doctor smiled and said, "President Li, you can rest assured. The operation was successful. But Director Fu needs to be observed in the ICU for a week. You can return home only if there are no problems."

Li He almost fell to his knees.

Her eyes immediately turned red, and she clasped her hands together, "Thank you! Thank you! If you have any medical problems in the future, my Li Family Hospital will do its best to help you. Really, thank you so much!"

He kept thanking her, but the doctor with thick eyebrows and big eyes waved his hand and said, "You must pay attention to the postoperative recovery. Remember, he must not be over-stimulated. You are a doctor, you should understand the seriousness of this."

This operation has only a 20% chance of success, and it is a life-or-death struggle.

"I understand, I understand. I promise not to let him get stimulated in any way!"

Outside the window, the winter is bleak.

When Fu Haitang was pushed out of the operating room, Song Weiyu was stabbed in the back of the head by the steel needle in the doctor's hand.

It was like a movie playing in my mind, with memories from the moment I met Fu Haitang coming back one after another.

They met, fell in love, got married, and had children.

Decades of memories are like a boat swaying in the wind and rain, sinking and dying, but they are subtly woven into a strong rope by the meticulous care of a man who has permeated the years.

In the darkness, she sank into the bottomless sea, and the rope still tightly wrapped around her.

She slowly opened her eyes at the bottom of the sea and looked upwards in the direction of the rope, but she only saw a little light and could not clearly see the man holding the rope.