Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 463: 296 Strongly Onlookers the Lab Rat, Fifth Master's Surgery Went Smoothly (13th Update) Although spring had arrived, a snowfall in the last few days meant that even under a clear sky stretching for miles, it couldn't shake off a certain chill.

In the operating room, all medical staff were busily preparing for the surgery. Jiang Jinsang's body had already been marked by Zhou Zhongqing, and nurses were disinfecting his body...

"How are all the vital signs?" Zhou Zhongqing, having donned his protective gear, entered the operating room. "Very stable." "Xiaowu, how are you feeling?" Zhou Zhongqing approached the bed. This surgery had gathered nearly all of Beijing's medical authorities. Aside from those in the operating room responsible for the procedure, there was a large crowd observing through the glass.

It was said...

The surgery would be recorded in its entirety.

In Zhou Zhongqing's words, "Your rare and complicated disease, while not common, holds significant research value. Many colleagues from out of town couldn't make it and even wantedto live-stream the operation..." Live-stream? "I refuse." Jiang Jinsang frowned. Did these people really consider him a lab rat, with a group performing surgery and another observing? Were they there to criticize or cheer on? No matter how he thought about it, the scene was quite eerie.

"Actually, I'm nervous too," Zhou Zhongqing said casually at the time, seemingly making a joke. In reality, he bore tremendous pressure.

Especially since Tang Wan had been accompanying him at the hospital, taking care of everything. She made sure to bring him every tasty treat she could find. The thought of their engagement, and the possibility of something going wrong...

"Right now, I'm doing well," Jiang Jinsang stated directly. "It's not my first ton the operating table." "This surgery will require general anesthesia and will take an especially long time, but it's okay... just sleep through it. Leave the rest to me; I'll make sure you get off the operating table safely." The surgery began, and all medical staff proceeded with their designated roles following the prearranged protocol. Although Zhou Zhongqing had thoroughly contemplated the surgical plan, unexpected issues could still arise once the procedure was underway...

Two hours after Jiang Jinsang entered the operating room, those outside received a critical condition notice. Tang Wan's heart clenched sharply, her chest feeling oppressively tight as if she couldn't catch her breath. Her vision darkened, and the sudden dizziness and disorientation were overwhelmingly suffocating...

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Zhenhuan took a deep breath. "Thank you for your hard work." Except for Shen Zhixian, who had taken the two children away, the rest of the Jiang family were standing vigil outside. Qi Zeyan had even specially given Ruan Mengxi a few days off to keep Tang Wan company.

Tang Wan knew the surgery was risky, but she hadn't expected to receive a critical condition notice so soon. Waiting outside the operating room was unbearable.

Apart from them, there were other patients' families around. Those with chairs were better off; the rest spread something on the floor and sat down. Hardly anyone talked, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

Ruan Mengxi sat close to Tang Wan. Seeing her stand up, Ruan Mengxi frowned slightly. "Wanwan, where are you going?" "I'm thirsty, going to find something to drink." "I'll go with you." She just couldn't handle the atmosphere outside the operating room and needed to step out for sair.

As the snow began to melt, stepping outside filled her with a penetrating cold. In the small garden behind the hospital, pale yellow winter jasmine embraced a soft blanket of white snow, blossoming quietly.

"Master Jiang will be fine," Ruan Mengxi didn't know how else to comfort her.

"I know, he even said that once he gets out, we'll start decorating the marital home. He wants to prepare two nurseries and mentioned installing a big bathtub in our bedroom because of my bad lumbar spine..." Bathtub? And a big one at that...

Ruan Mengxi, with her thoughts quickly straying, bit her lip and said, "Wanwan, there's something I'm not sure if I should say." "Then maybe you shouldn't say it." Who knows what kinds of things she might blurt out.

Ruan Mengxi pursed her lips. Maybe she was overthinking it...

Master Jiang was probably just suggesting a bath for her to relax her body, he didn't seem like that kind of person.

Ruan Mengxi slapped her own face: You shouldn't assthe worst about others.

** At noon, Shen Zhixian brought the two children over and brought lunch for everyone. Knowing that no one had much appetite, she made a special pot of soup to at least fill their stomachs.

Throughout the surgery, the critical condition alert was issued four times. It was expected to last eight hours, but as darkness fell, there was still no sign of it ending.

Finally, after seven in the evening, the door to the operating room opened and a nurse called out.

"Family of Jiang Jinsang, please cto the discussion room." The elderly lady had been sitting all day. Upon hearing her grandson's name, she hurriedly stood up with the support of her cane, her body staggering and nearly falling.

"Mom, I'll go," said Jiang Zhenhuan. He had been solely responsible for all the paperwork and communicating with the doctors that day.

"I'll go with you," Tang Yunxian joined him in the discussion room.

Soon, Zhou Zhongqing emerged, looking as if he had just soaked in water, with sweat at his temples. The protective gear was suffocating, and fine marks from the mask were etched on his face.

"The surgery was touch-and-go, but it's over now. My colleague will handle things like stitching up. Later, in the recovery observation room, once the vital signs are stable and the anesthesia has mostly worn off, we can bring the patient out..." Zhou Zhongqing finished speaking and then briefly updated them on the details of the surgery, such as what had been done.

"Thank you, thank you—" Jiang Zhenhuan had been worried for days and finally heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly expressing his gratitude.

"Go out and tell the others," Zhou Zhongqing suggested.

Having performed a rollercoaster surgery, Zhou Zhongqing was emotionally fraught. The family might be relieved, but for him, post-surgery recovery was crucial. Until the patient was discharged, his heart couldn't fully settle.

Upon hearing the successful surgery news, everyone exhaled in relief. The old lady's eyes reddened, and tears streamed uncontrollably...

"Xiaowu's surgery was such a success; why are you crying?" Fan Mingyu was overcwith emotion, but he held it back.

"I'm happy!" The old lady's fingers, clenching her cane, were still trembling.

"It might be another three or four hours before he can cout..." explained Jiang Zhenhuan.

"It's okay." The old lady smiled, "When he's out, I'll go to the temple myself to offer incense. The Buddha has blessed us." On the other side of the hospital, Jiang Chengsi cover again that evening, but didn't join the main group. He watched them from afar, smiling, then turned to the person beside him, "It looks like the surgery went smoothly." Jiang Shiyi squinted his eyes, "Grandpa used to say that Xiaowu, with all his crafty ideas, is even a handful for King Yan, who wouldn't take him easily." "Do you remember the little diner next to our school when we were kids? We used to eat there after classes because our parents were busy. I passed by a few days ago and it's still there. Shall we..." Jiang Chengsi tentatively asked.

"Let's go." After the brothers left, Jiang Chengsi lit a cigarette. Everyone had been stressed for so long; a smoke could ease the tension.

Although they both drove there today, since they were going to the splace, taking one car, was more m per was! convenient. Jiang Shiyi had just gotten into the car when Jiang Chengsi put out his cigarette, preparing to open the passenger door, but it was already locked. The window rolled down, and his elder brother remarked: "I'm a bit of a germaphobe." ||

Jiang Shiyi's germophobia was a lingering effect from their brother's death. Since then, he had becvery particular about cleanliness. It wasn't as severe as it sounded, but his pedantic tendencies could be maddening at times. Jiang Chengsi gave a light scoff, "Are you saying I disgust you?" "Not disgust." "How is that not disgust?" They were blood brothers, raised together from childhood, and even though they hadn't spent many years together, as soon as they reconnected, they quickly reverted to their old ways.

Jiang Shiyi casually slapped his hands on the steering wheel, looked at him, and let loose a remark that nearly caused Jiang Chengsi to spit blood: "I just think you're dirty." Could you be any more blunt? Back in school, when he asked for help with homework, he had gotten the sreaction. "Do you think dealing with a student likeis a headache?" Everyone has their strengths. Jiang Chengsi was never cut out for academics.

"It's not a headache... I just think you're dumb." "..." After all these years, sthings never change.

Jiang Chengsi gritted his teeth, mounted his beloved motorbike, put on his helmet with a cold expression, started the engine, and deliberately accelerated a bit more than necessary as he sped past Jiang Shiyi's car...

The motorbike's exhaust sprayed directly on the windscreen of the car, which quickly dissipated, yet Jiang Shiyi's hands still clenched the steering wheel tighter.

Between clenched teeth, he muttered: Absolutely childish! But Jiang Chengsi had sped to their destination on his bike and was then left waiting in the wind for half an hour...

Jiang Shiyi's car was decent, with good performance; not exactly racing car level, but... Jiang Chengsi crossed his arms and watched the car approach at a snail's pace from a distance, his brows twitching uncontrollably.

How could he manage to drive at such a slow crawl? This guy couldn't possibly be doing it on purpose to makewait out here, could he?

When Jiang Shiyi got out of the car, he spoke before Jiang Chengsi could say anything: "The orientation of the driver's seat is different between domestic and foreign cars. I haven't gotten used to driving back here since I returned to the country. You must have been waiting a while." With you putting it that way, can I still hit you? If it were anyone else, Jiang Chengsi would have long walked away. Screw this meal; I'm not eating. But since the person in question was his brother, he clenched his jaw tighter and endured.