Chapter 689 (1/2)

It was more than five hours.

The light on the door of the ER stayed on until the next morning. Ji Nuan didn’t get out of the ER at 8:00 a.m. when Qin Siting had arrived by plane in overnight.

“How long has she been in there?” K had told Qin Siting what had happened, so the latter just asked this when he saw the operation hadn’t been over.

Nanheng held a cigarette between his fingers but didn’t light it. He who also sat here the whole night looked at Qin Siting and said, “More than twelve hours.”

Qin Siting didn’t know whether he should be relieved or what. He just nodded and said, “The last time Dr. Wendell and I saved your life in Los Angeles, I found Dr. Wendell is very good at this kind of operation and I was just assisting him. Now even if I don’t join the operation, I think Dr. Wendell is able to save her life. After all, it has been so long but the doctors haven’t come out. Let’s wait.”

“Do you think I’m the one who can’t wait?” Nanheng pointed to the ‘stone’ on the bench with his chin.

Qin Siting looked at Mo Jingshen and came over, looking down at him. “I never expected to see you like this. When Ji Nuan had an abortion, she waited helplessly for you to wake up outside your ward every day. I think she was as scared as you are, huh? Or even more scared?”

Mo Jingshen had the stubble around his chin overnight. Looking at his stubble, the dried blood on his clothes and his gaunt look, Qin Siting almost couldn’t recognize him.

However, he was his buddy anyway. No matter how much disapproved of what he did to Ji Nuan, in such a situation, Qin Siting could do nothing but stimulate him with words to keep him from breaking down.

At this time, the light on the door of the ER finally turned from red to green. Qin Siting who was most sensitive to this light cast a quick glance at it and suddenly said, “I think Ji Nuan has made it.”

Mo Jingshen turned to look at the door of the ER with a jerk. When he saw the color of the light on the door, he lunged to his feet and rushed over.

Soon the door was opened and some of the best doctors in Los Angeles and Dr. Wendell walked out. Most of them looked tired after a twelve hour-long operation, but Dr. Wendell was still energetic and obviously in a good mood, which meant that Ji Nuan didn’t die in the operation.

But Ji Nuan wasn’t wheeled out and only the doctors and nurses walked out.

Catching glimpse of Mo Jingshen, Dr. Wendell nodded at him politely. Then he saw these acquaintances of him, so he took off the mask and said in English, “The bullet in Miss Ji’s body has been taken out, but the bullet wounded a central nerve and she also had some impact injuries. I saw a few redness and bruises on her head. She was badly injured and suffered several respiratory arrests during the operation. We had a hard time getting her heart rate back up, but it is still weak. We have transferred her to the ICU. No one shall visit her for a few days except the medical staff. She is expected to go through a long period of observation and danger. Now she has to count on her own recovering ability. Although the operation is very successful, whether she survives or not depends on herself, not on us.”

“Has she been transferred to the ICU?” Mo Jingshen asked hoarsely.