Chapter 290: Successful Surgery

Chapter 290: Successful Surgery

Twenty minutes later, Yanhuang's special plane took off from the border international airport and returned to Nanyang.

Shang Yu, Qiuhuan Ou Bai and the others sat scattered in the cabin, the surroundings were very quiet, and no one spoke.

As for the cabin lounge at the rear, the door is closed tightly at this moment.

Li Qiao stood by the bed, looking at the unconscious Li San momentarily.

Nan Hao lowered his head and stood behind her, occasionally peeking at her, but he didn't dare to speak.

Li Qiao was still holding the deformed brocade box in her hand, she was silent for a long time before turning around slowly.

She didn't say anything, Nan Yu's legs were already weak and she wanted to kneel, "Baby, it's my fault, I admit my mistake, you can punish me however you want."

Nan Hao's tone was obscure, his eyebrows were lowered and his head drooped obediently, and his enchanting face also lost its former brilliance.

Li Qiao stared at her flatly, without saying a word, turned around and left the lounge.

Nan Yu was uneasy, feeling extremely sad.

She looked at Li San's once iron-blooded and resolute face, but now it was haggard and pale, and her eyes gradually turned red.

...

Li Qiao returned to the front cabin, found a corner, and sat down by herself.

She looked at the white clouds outside the window expressionlessly, her eyes covered with a layer of cold gray.

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai stared at each other, neither of them said anything, but Shang Yu had put down his overlapping long legs and walked over.

Seeing this, Qiu Huan immediately dragged Ou Bai to the small bar in front, leaving room for them.

On the other side, Shang Yu came to sit beside Li Qiao, stared at the brocade box in her hand with deep eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, "What did you take?"

When Li Qiao regained her senses, she remembered what she had in her hand.

Because she was both angry and restrained as much as possible before, she had been holding the brocade box tightly, but now she wanted to let go, but her fingers were a little stiff.

Seeing her stretching her joints with great effort, Shang Yu pulled out the brocade box with a sigh.

Smooth the palm, and you can see the traces of the gullies that were cut out by the edges and corners.

He pursed his lips in displeasure, threw the brocade box aside casually, frowned and took her hand, and kneaded it carefully, "Have you not calmed down yet?"

Li Qiao moved her fingers, pouted and shook her head, "I'm thinking about other things."

"What are you thinking about?" Shang Yu glanced at the light green brocade box calmly. Although it has changed shape, the bronzing lion and tiger logo rubbed in the lower right corner of the brocade box is still clearly recognizable.

Li Qiao's fingers gradually relaxed under his massage, she leaned against the back of the chair and whispered softly, "If Li San can't wake up..."

More possibilities have not yet been said, Shang Yu raised his thin lips, and his five fingers passed through her fingers, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly, "Can't you trust the strength of Yanhuang Medical?"

Li Qiao looked at him and blinked, "That's not true."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Li Qiao turned around and took the brocade box.

Shang Yu didn't ask anything, let go of her fingertips, leaned lazily on the armrest, and stared at the scene with dark eyes.

Inside the brocade box was a short, sharp crescent moon dagger.

The lion and tiger logo is also engraved on the handle, and the cold white blade is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns, shining sharply under the light of the cabin.

Li Qiao took it in her hand and made a few random gestures. It is small and easy to carry, and it is a good item.

Then, Shang Yu, who was beside him, sat upright, and said in a low voice, "Do you like daggers?"

Touching the blade with her fingertips, Li Qiao casually said, "It's average."

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu's eyelids drooped, he lowered his head to straighten his cuffs, and his deep eyes fell on the imprint of the lion and tiger again.

Myanmar Special Operations Team!

...

At eight o'clock in the evening, the plane arrived at Nanyang International Airport.

As the plane landed, the dim light in the cabin gradually brightened.

Li Qiao, who was sleeping lightly in Shang Yu's arms, woke up slowly, her voice was soft and hoarse, "Are you here?"

"Well, are you tired?" Shang Yu turned his head and kissed her forehead with his thin lips.

Li Qiao rubbed against his neck and whispered, "It's okay."

In fact, the long journey and flight back and forth between the border and Southeast Asia in one afternoon, plus worrying about Li San, really exhausted her both physically and mentally.

She straightened up from Shang Yu's arms, rubbed her stiff shoulders, glanced casually out of the porthole, and saw the blue light of the ambulance flashing outside the plane.

This time, the hatch opened, and Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao up.

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai followed, but Ou Bai always kept a relatively safe distance from Li Qiao.

Soon, the flight attendants brought Li San away from the cabin with the medical emergency team.

Near the gangway on the tarmac, Liuyun, Luoyu and Nanyu were waiting a few steps away, while Ou Bai stood sideways beside Qiuhuan, his eyes clearly avoiding Li Qiao and Shang Yu.

At this time, Qiu Huan looked around, turned to Li Qiao and said, "Don't worry too much, sister, your brother will be fine."

Li Qiao didn't say anything, just nodded in response.

Not a moment later, Qiu Huan said goodbye to them, and left the tarmac first with Ou Bai who was silent.

The ambulance was ready, and Li Qiao and others boarded the commercial vehicle.

...

Half an hour later, Yanhuang International Private Hospital.

In the VIP lounge, Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting on the sofa, while Liu Yun and the others were guarding the corridor outside the door.

All the experts in the Department of Brain are doing a comprehensive examination on Li San, and the projection screen on the wall in front of him can watch the picture of the expert consultation in real time.

In less than twenty minutes, the director of the private hospital hurried to the lounge with various checklists and brain films.

The dean's name is Chang Rong, he is about forty years old, he is slightly fat, with regular features, and his demeanor is resolute and decisive.

Liu Yun opened the door for him, Chang Rong walked in, bent over to Shang Yu, and reported in a serious tone: "Master Yan, the inspection results are out.

There was a piece of shrapnel that was not cleaned up at the position of the trauma on the back of the patient's head. The experts discussed that the patient should be removed immediately. What do you think? "

After finishing the words, Shang Yu stroked his fingertips and turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, propped her forehead with one hand, and nodded without thinking, "Then let's do the surgery."

Chang Rong looked at Li Qiao cautiously, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Lord Yan seldom came to the private hospital in person, but this time he not only condescended to come, but also brought a beautiful little girl by his side.

Strange, strange!

At this time, Shang Yu glanced at Chang Rong, narrowed his eyes coldly, and waved his hands, "Arrange surgery as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Yan."

Unsurprisingly, Chang Rong received Shang Yu's warning gaze, shrank his neck, and hurried out the door.

...

At 10:30 that night, the operation was successful.

The dean turned back to the VIP lounge again, holding a tray with a tiny blood-stained shrapnel on it, "Master Yan, the operation was successful. Although the shrapnel is not big, it happened to press on the patient's cranial nerves. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise..."

Otherwise, everyone knows it well.

Li Qiao looked at the operating tray for a moment, raised her eyelids, and asked Chang Rong, "When will he wake up?"