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On this day, the nurse came in with a cart and hung a pack of medicine on the shelf next to the bed. The needle was shining with a white cold light.

As if she had noticed something, Shen Ying picked up her pillow and threw it at the nurse, screaming embarrassingly: "I don't want an injection, go away, don't come near me!"

"Hold her down." The nurse blocked the pillow and said to the prison guard next to her.

The needle pierced the blue blood vessel, and the cold medicine melted into the blood. Shen Ying's struggle became weaker and her eyelids became heavier. Before she closed her eyes completely, she heard someone talking, but she couldn't hear what was said. Only a few words were vaguely heard: "Shen Ying...the death row prisoner...execution..."

On the roof of the hospital, the helicopter's propellers roared loudly, and Yi Guang got off the helicopter with a white box in his arms.

He is very cautious, because he holds the life of that man in his hands.

The doctor who took the box was the third assistant appointed by Fang Fei. Yi Guang wiped off the sweat on the tip of his nose and said, "The heart is well preserved. It will be up to you next. We must save Wanqian!"

The doctor nodded firmly: "We will definitely, we will do our best, and Wan Qian will do the same!"

This was an operation that many people were worried about. The sterilized skin still had scars from the previous operation. Fang Fei calmly and quickly opened Wan Qian's chest with the hand holding the scalpel.

The caesarean section of the two children has consumed part of Wanqian's physical strength, the next operation must be done quickly, Fang Fei is fighting for Wanqian's life with the god of death.

Even though he had seen the film many times, Fang Fei was still shocked when he opened Wan Qian's chest.

"The heart...is so big!" The assistant beside him couldn't help exclaiming.

Everyone knows that the symptoms of DCM (dilated myocarditis) are enlarged ventricles, accompanied by symptoms of ventricular systolic dysfunction. Both ventricles of Wanqian's heart are enlarged, and the hypertrophy of the heart occupies almost half of the chest cavity. up.

Fang Fei turned his face slightly to look at Wan Qian's pale and peaceful sleeping face, and said silently in his heart: "I won't let you die, you've lied to me for so long, you absolutely can't end like this!"

On the upper floor of the operating room, there is a glass platform for academic visits. Huo Yongsen is holding the glass with both hands, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks spasm due to excessive force.

The doctor advised him: "Mr. Huo, it's better for you to wait outside." The scene in the operating room is not something ordinary people can bear, especially their own close relatives.

"No, I'm right here." Huo Yongsen flatly rejected the doctor's kind proposal.

The man who suffered for him was still fighting bloody battles, and he would never run away and let the man fight alone.He must keep in mind that the man's current injury is because of him, and the deterioration of his heart disease is also because of him.

Bo Qing said suddenly: "Mr. Wan will definitely get through it, he still has two newborn babies waiting for him!"

Ivy nodded, and echoed: "Mr. Huo, you have to believe that Wanqian is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. He is gentle on weekdays but strong in his bones. He will definitely succeed!"

Before the heart transplant, the twins had been cut out and placed in an incubator, but no one looked at them, and their attention was taken away by the child's biological father.

"Wipe the sweat." Fang Fei deftly flipped his hands over the operating table, his eyes fixed diagonally downwards and remained motionless.

The nurse immediately came up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck. He took the surgical scissors and cut off the suture, and said solemnly, "Turn off the artificial heart and lung."

"The artificial heart and lungs have been shut down."

Blood rushed through the newly installed heart, and under everyone's nervous gaze, the healthy heart beat slowly and regularly.

"Success!!"

Cheers broke out in the operating room, and Huo Yongsen's nervous mood finally eased. He felt the scene in front of him flicker, and his abdomen let out a thunderous cry.

The operation lasted for 7 hours, and the onlookers were a little overwhelmed, let alone those who kept their spirits high in the operating room.

Fang Fei raised his head, the eyes under the goggles met Huo Yongsen's, and the latter gave a thumbs up.

It succeeded, they succeeded, the god of death did not snatch Wanqian away, his Aqian is still there, still...

Wan Qian's body was filled with instruments and tubes and he was pushed out. Everyone crowded around nervously. After several hours of intense surgery, Fang Fei didn't get a drop of water, and his voice was tired and hoarse: "The operation was successful, but we must pay more attention to it." , survive this dangerous period."

Received Fang Fei's affirmative reply, Yi Guang slid against the wall to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out suddenly.

Wan Qian's face was bluish white, half of his face was blocked by the oxygen mask, and his bulging belly deflated like a deflated balloon.Huo Yongsen stretched out his hand at an extremely slow speed, and took Wan Qian's hand that was hanging powerlessly by the side, the palm of which was dry and cold.

Everyone kept silent tacitly, as if a century had passed, Ivy said softly: "Mr. Huo, let Mr. Wan go to the ward to rest first, let's go see the baby?"

Uncle Qian's child!

Yi Guang opened his eyes wide and asked, "Where is Uncle Qian's child, I'll go and see!"

The incubators for the two premature babies were placed next to each other in the cubicle of Wanqian Ward. It was decorated so warmly that it didn't look like a hospital ward at all.

The baby is very small, just like what Fang Fei said, the belly looks big, but the baby is not that big. Yi Guang compared it with his hands, and it was about the size of his two palms. This was the first time he saw it. Such a small child.

The baby's skin is red, and the hair on the head is also very sparse. It can't be said to be beautiful, and it can even be said to be a bit ugly.

"Identical twins, right? Which one is the elder brother and which is the younger brother?" Yi Guang asked curiously.

Ivy replied softly: "The one on the left is the elder brother, and the one on the right is the younger brother."

Yi Guang stared at the facial features that were only a little bit big, and suddenly sighed in disappointment: "Why doesn't he look like Uncle Qian, but he looks like a scumbag like Huo Yongsen?"

Hearing this, Bo Qing and Ivy couldn't help but look at Huo Yongsen at the same time. Huo Yongsen, who was scolded by Yi Guang as a scumbag, said calmly, "No way, good genes."

He didn't get angry, he was still joking!

Bo Qing and Ivy's impression of their own boss has been refreshed again. Ever since they met Wan Qian, the boss has changed every day. He used to be a high-ranking god who does not eat the fireworks of the world, but now he has become a super down-to-earth wife slave.

Yi Guang gritted his teeth in anger, and his heart was bubbling with sourness: Huo Yongsen, what's so good about this man, Uncle Qian will give him a child even if he risked his life!

Everyone was thinking about different things in their hearts. Huo Yongsen gently pressed his broad palm on the transparent wall of the incubator, and his cold eyes became as gentle as when he was staring at Wanqian: This is the child that Aqian worked hard to give birth to. Two children!