"Bang bang bang..." the urgent knocking on the door was immediately followed by Shao Meiru's anxious voice, "Brother Zhu, how is my mother's illness? Do we need to go in and help?"
"Uh..." as Zhu Bufan looked up, the 12 hours had passed, and he quickly responded, "It will be ready soon, just wait a bit longer!"
Unable to rest in place, Zhu Bufan hurriedly took a piece of paper and wiped the blood from Liu Ying's face, at least trying to maintain some dignity for the patient. Regardless of whether the surgery was a success or a failure, Zhu Bufan still had some professional ethics.
When the paper touched Liu Ying's mouth, to his surprise, she suddenly opened her eyes!
"You... Where's my husband, is he alright? Who are you, and why am I here..."
