Gu Qishen gave Ming Chi a cold glance.
"I have to see her safe and sound with my own eyes."
Otherwise, no one could make him leave!
Ming Chi was furious: "Gu Qishen, if you hadn't taken my sister away from home, she wouldn't have been in this danger today!"
"Haicheng is not safe. We've kept her at home for so long. You just took her out without proper protection! What right do you have to be here?!" Ming Chi roared, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
He wished he could punch Gu Qishen in the face right now, but his reason told him he couldn't. His sister was still in the operating room, her life hanging in the balance.
Gu Qishen remained unmoved.
"If you want to fight, then fight, but I will not leave today!"
Ming Yuzhu, standing by, looked at Gu Qishen with cold eyes.
"Ming Chi, ignore him. Just pretend he's air!"
More than half an hour later, the operating room door opened again, and the cry of a newborn baby was heard.
Ming Yuzhu shot to her feet as a nurse pushed a bassinet out.
"It's a little master," the nurse said, handing the bassinet to Ming Yuzhu, who was closest.
Ming Yuzhu had no time to look at her grandson. She grabbed the nurse's arm. "How is my daughter?"
"She's still in surgery. The wound on her chest is quite tricky."
Ming Yuzhu's lips trembled slightly.
Time ticked by, and the sky outside turned dark. The hearts of the people in the hallway sank with each passing moment. The surgery had been going on for so long, and everyone was anxious and worried.
Ming Yuzhu leaned against the wall, silently praying to every deity she could think of.
At one o'clock in the morning, the operating room door finally opened again.
Several doctors walked out. The one in front took off his mask and looked at the anxious family members with a weary expression.
"Doctor, how is she?" Gu Qishen asked in a deep, hoarse voice.
"The patient lost a lot of blood. Although we transfused blood later, it might have caused some effects on her brain. The chest wound almost punctured her heart, and we need to prevent infection."
Ming Yuzhu's voice trembled.
"What do you mean?"
"We've done our best for the patient, but we can't guarantee a full recovery. We need to observe her for a few days and see if her vital signs stabilize. The next seven days are critical."
Ming Chi clenched his fists. "So you're saying my sister is still in danger of dying these few days?"
The doctor looked at Ming Chi and nodded.
"It's highly possible. We will arrange for the patient to be admitted to a sterile ICU room, where a nurse will monitor her around the clock. Please rest assured."
Qin He's hospital bed was wheeled out.
Ming Yuzhu immediately rushed to the side, reaching out to touch Qin He on the bed but not daring to make any sudden movements.
Fang Meiyan watched from the side, her heart aching.
"Sister, let's take He'er to the ICU first. The doctor said it's easy to get infected if she stays out here."
Ming Yuzhu nodded, and they followed the nurse pushing the bed to the ICU room on the eighteenth floor of the inpatient building.
Gu Qishen followed them silently.
After Qin He was taken inside, Ming Yuzhu, Fang Meiyan, and Ming Chi stood by the glass observation window of the room, looking at Qin He lying on the hospital bed.
Fang Meiyan was still holding the newborn baby. Due to the suddenness of the events, they hadn't prepared any baby clothes, so he was wrapped in only a thin blanket.
The baby seemed to sense the somber atmosphere and began to cry loudly.
Ming Yuzhu's face turned cold as she turned to take the baby from Fang Meiyan.
She gently patted the infant, trying to soothe him.
She then looked up at Gu Qishen.
"Can you leave now?!"
Gu Qishen's expression was somber. "I want to stay here and see her through this dangerous period!"
Ming Yuzhu's face turned completely cold.
"Mr. Gu, I'm talking to you nicely. It's already my greatest tolerance that I haven't resorted to violence!"
Gu Qishen looked at Qin He inside the room with a pained expression.
If it were anyone else blocking him, he could have simply thrown them aside. But this was Qin He's mother, and her most cherished relatives.
Fang Meiyan, seeing the tense atmosphere, stepped forward and said to Gu Qishen.
"People aren't allowed in the ICU. There's no point for you to stay here. If you don't want to cause more conflict and affect Qin He's rest, you should go back."
Thinking of Qin He's messages earlier, Fang Meiyan had a hunch that Qin He had likely been messaging Gu Qishen. She sighed.
"We will notify you immediately if there are any problems with Qin He. Is that acceptable?"
Gu Qishen gave Fang Meiyan a deep look, then glanced at Ming Yuzhu beside her. He bowed solemnly.
"I failed to protect her. I apologize!"
As he watched him leave, Ming Yuzhu's tears finally fell. Holding her wailing grandson and her unconscious daughter, she felt an overwhelming sadness.
Fang Meiyan took the baby from Ming Yuzhu.
"Sister, leave the baby to me."
Ming Chi looked worried. "Why has this child been crying so much since earlier? He's crying so heartbrokenly. Is this normal?"
Ming Yuzhu's voice trembled. "His mother's fate is uncertain from the moment he was born. Let him cry."
"Sister, what are you saying? He'er will definitely wake up!"
For the seven-day danger period, Ming Yuzhu sat in the hallway, refusing to leave. The news of the incident had also reached Ming Yusheng that day.
They had already hired someone to take care of Qin He's newborn son.
However, the joy of a new baby did not dispel the gloom in the household.
They dared not tell Old Mrs. Ming about Qin He's accident, only saying that she had a Caesarean section and was recuperating in the hospital.
Even so, Old Mrs. Ming was somewhat suspicious. She was supposed to give birth at home, so why was she suddenly in the hospital?
Gu Qishen visited the hospital every day to see Qin He, and was then asked to leave by Ming Yuzhu.
Seven days passed in a flash.
The danger period was safely passed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
However, another problem arose. Although the danger period was over, Qin He still hadn't woken up.
Ming Yuzhu grew more anxious with each passing day and finally couldn't help but inform Qin Yun, who was far away in Qingcheng.
...
Nine in the morning.
Haicheng First Hospital.
Ming Yuzhu sat by the ICU observation window. In the hallway, a dust-covered figure appeared.
Qin Yun had received the news last night, but all flights to Haicheng were canceled due to the torrential rain.
Qin Yun had been awake all night. As soon as flights resumed in the morning, he flew over immediately and came directly to the hospital.
"Mom, how is He'er?! Has she woken up yet?!" Qin Yun rushed to the ICU observation window, his voice hoarse.