"Young Master Zhan, the madam is awake!" The operating room door was suddenly opened, and a doctor inside poked his head out, saying happily to Zhan Mohan.
It was a good thing she woke up, meaning the surgery was a success!
"She's awake? How is she recovering now?"
Zhan Mohan abruptly stood up, his eyes seeming to illuminate with a beam of light. He strode towards the operating room, no longer bothering with the couple.
As the operating room door closed, Fang Xun waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to drag Wei Anguo and Yin Fang back.
The two of them had finally returned to their home country, stepping onto this familiar land. How could they give up so easily?
"I, I am Yumeng's stepmother! I want to stay here too, I don't want to go back to Africa!" Yin Fang kicked her legs wildly, her hands grabbing at the bodyguards, insisting on staying with unreasonable arguments.
Wei Anguo, on the other hand, seemed to have suffered a devastating blow. He still held the blood test report, his eyes vacant as he stared at the ceiling, allowing the bodyguards to drag him away.
"If I let you stay here, you'll disturb Young Master Zhan and the madam. Drag them away!" Fang Xun unabashedly began his eviction.
"I'm not leaving! I'd rather die here. Wei Anguo, say something..."
Yin Fang cried out in fear, unwilling to return to that dark and hopeless life, a life where she couldn't see her daughter's tear-streaked face.
The noisy commotion faded into the distance. Fang Xun continued to guard the operating room door, also urging his overseas contacts to continue searching for Type P blood.
Inside the operating room, Wei Yumeng slightly opened her eyes. She wasn't accustomed to the light before her. She only knew that she had slept for a very long time, her consciousness immersed as if in a dark abyss.
Then, just now, her eyelids moved. Under the gaze of several doctors and nurses, she slowly opened her eyes. Following that, she heard the doctor's voice outside, informing Zhan Mohan.
A large hand covered her eyes, followed by a pair of familiar dark eyes filled with worry.
"Yumeng, how are you feeling now? Can you hear me?"
Zhan Mohan's brows were tightly furrowed. He softened his voice and whispered into Wei Yumeng's ear.
Wei Yumeng blinked and looked at Zhan Mohan. Others might not notice the changes in him, but she knew that his eyes were bloodshot, and his brows were etched with fatigue.
This man who loved her had been guarding her since she was hospitalized, hadn't he?
"Of course, I can hear you. It's my wound, not my throat." Wei Yumeng couldn't help but chuckle. She hadn't seen Zhan Mohan so nervous in a long time, and her heart felt sweet.
She gestured towards her wound. Her limbs hadn't moved much, making her movements seem slightly uncoordinated, and her voice was very hoarse.
Zhan Mohan caught Wei Yumeng's moving hand. His handsome brows furrowed even tighter. He was worried but unwilling to scold his little wife, so he could only earnestly and carefully instruct her.
"You just woke up, don't move around, especially your wound."
Seeing the stubble on Zhan Mohan's chin, Wei Yumeng obediently nodded. A few nurses came in and carefully helped her prop up her upper body, placing a soft pillow behind her.
Wei Yumeng comfortably moved her neck. Zhan Mohan poured a cup of warm water and brought it to her lips, carefully feeding her.
"Drink more water, your lips are dry."
Wei Yumeng's eyes curved into crescent moons. She looked at Zhan Mohan's baby-like care with amusement. She cooperated with Zhan Mohan, quickly finishing the cup of warm water and licking her lips.
The atmosphere was very quiet at this moment. Wei Yumeng lowered her gaze to the IV drip connected to her. The blood bag was almost empty. She turned her head to Zhan Mohan with a half-joking tone.
"This bag of blood is almost finished..."
Before Wei Yumeng could finish her sentence, Zhan Mohan's expression suddenly became even more worried. The nurses and doctors around them didn't dare to breathe.
Everyone here, except Wei Yumeng, knew what it meant for the blood bag to be almost empty.
The atmosphere in the entire operating room clearly became unusual. Wei Yumeng had a keen sense of something out of the ordinary. In fact, she had noticed it when she woke up.
She wasn't in a regular ward, nor in the intensive care unit. There were so many doctors and nurses attending to her...
"Is my condition very serious?"
Wei Yumeng calmly inquired. She glanced at the cold instruments and saw a small mirror, which reflected her current appearance.
Bloodless, her entire person was as pale as snow.
"No, don't think too much. Just rest well." Zhan Mohan stopped a doctor who was about to speak with a look and smiled, gently tidying Wei Yumeng's stray hairs.
Wei Yumeng gently furrowed her brows. She glanced at the doctors and nurses who were too timid to speak, then blinked and looked at Zhan Mohan.
Her intuition told her that things were definitely not that simple.
"They dare not say it, but you can tell me, okay?" Wei Yumeng took Zhan Mohan's large hand and placed it on her gaunt cheek. The warmth of her palm was like the warmth Zhan Mohan had always given her.
Zhan Mohan's thin lips were tightly pursed. He met the gaze of the weak Wei Yumeng before him. Her eyes contained too many emotions. He remembered his promise to her: never to hide anything from her.
"It's really nothing. I'll handle everything else. You just focus on resting." Zhan Mohan clenched his fist in distress, then released it, repeatedly. He steeled himself not to look at Wei Yumeng's gaze and said gently.
If Yumeng knew, it would only add to her worries. It was better to let her recover peacefully. He would turn the world upside down to find Type P blood!
After saying this, Zhan Mohan stood up and walked out. If the domestic hospitals couldn't find it, he would go abroad to search for it!
"Ahan!" Wei Yumeng watched helplessly as Zhan Mohan was about to leave. She suddenly called out to him. Under emotional instability, she even coughed.
"Yumeng! Doctor, quickly come and check on her!" Zhan Mohan quickly turned back to Wei Yumeng's side, his eyes filled with deep concern. He roared.
Several doctors stepped forward to examine Wei Yumeng. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she grabbed Zhan Mohan's sleeve and, while coughing, insisted on asking him.
"Ahan, tell me, what exactly is going on?"
"Madam, you have rare Type P blood. You've lost a lot of blood this time. The domestic blood bank can only sustain your life for forty-eight hours." A bold doctor couldn't stand the stalemate any longer. He sighed, looked at the time, and said, "Half of that time has already passed."
Zhan Mohan narrowed his dangerous ink-black eyes. He looked at the doctor, his voice taking on a distinctly sinister tone.
"Are you disobeying my orders?"
"Young Master Zhan, the examination is complete! Madam's condition is only related to the wound; she'll be fine after a moment of coughing." The other doctors quickly changed the subject, wiped the cold sweat from their brows, and pulled the doctor behind them.