Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his head, and his somewhat confused eyes finally gradually recovered from awakening under Qianxing's gradually exerted forceful palms.

She raised her hand, slowly stroked the corner of her eyes, closed her eyes for a long time before finally nodding slowly.

"I won't collapse," she said, "He didn't collapse, he won't collapse, I won't collapse... Besides, he promised me..."

Qianxing held her tightly and dared not let go.

"He promised me that he would come back safely..." she murmured, "He doesn't know how to speak but he doesn't keep his word."

Outside the operating room, every minute and second is infinitely lengthened.

Zhuang Yibo sat motionless, and Qianxing didn't dare to leave even a step.

Until the light outside the operating room finally went out.

Zhuang Yibo stood up suddenly, and Shen Ruiwen also immediately walked up to meet the doctor who had just left the operating room.

"The bullet has been taken out," the doctor said. "But the place where the bullet passes is a key part of the body. The injured are still in a serious injury and coma, and have not yet escaped from the danger period... Your family members should be mentally prepared."

As soon as this sentence was said, Qianxing immediately grabbed Zhuang Yibo's hand tightly.

Who knew that Zhuang Yibo was just standing quietly, as if he heard it, or as if he didn't hear anything.

A few minutes later, Shin Wangjin, who was still unconscious, was pushed out of the operating room.

Perhaps because she was worried that her family would be excited, the nurse and nurse were both on guard when she pushed him out of the operating room, but Zhuang Yibo just stood by silently, her eyes closed from Shen Wangjin's eyes, without a trace of blood-colored face, and she was still calm.

Until Shen Wangjin was sent to the intensive care unit.

Zhuang Yibo stood outside the custody room, looking at the person lying inside through a thick glass window.

She was obviously worried and worried, but except for the brief loss of control after learning that Shen Wangjin had cancer, she did not lose her composure.

She seemed to have a good reaction...but Qianxing was still worried.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhuang Yibo suddenly withdrew his gaze and picked up his phone to look at the time.

Seeing this, Qianxing hurriedly said, "Yibo, what's wrong?"

"I want to go out and buy something." Zhuang Yibo whispered.

"What do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you." Qianxing said.

"No." Zhuang Yibo whispered, "I want to choose myself, are you here with me?"

Qianxing nodded quickly.

She thought Zhuang Yibo was going to buy some essential items for Shen Wangjin, but she didn't expect that the two of them would actually come to the lamp mall.

It was already evening, and many businesses in the mall were closing. Even so, Zhuang Yibo still pulled her around the entire mall, and finally bought a floor lamp that looked very ordinary in a store.

Qianxing recognized this lamp as the same style as the lamps placed in Shen Wangjin's apartment.

At first, she wondered why Shin Wangjin had to put a few exactly the same lamps at home. Now it seems that it should be her work.

The two bought lights and returned to the hospital.

Zhuang Yibo adjusted the light to wait, and asked the nurse to help him put the light into the ward.

At this moment, the lights in the ward are still very bright.

But when the light dimmed, the orange light became the brightest and warmest place in the ward, and was placed by the wall at the end of his bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see it.

"He will get better when he sees this lamp." Zhuang Yibo whispered.
Chapter completed!