922 Good Things Are Coming (1/2)

”Young Feng, you're here.” Doctor Yan saw that it was time and entered the ward. As expected, Young Feng was sitting by her husband's hospital bed.

Right now, Doctor Yan no longer intended to seduce Young Feng. But his mood did become better when he saw Young Feng.

Life in the ICU was a boring one, and he thanked God for this small pleasure. He was not a person with high expectations anyway.

Young Feng, though, looked a little glum, and she sounded strained as she hummed in acknowledgement.

”What's wrong? Isn't Young Dai doing well?” Doctor Yan was dumbfounded. He immediately took a step forward and looked at the monitor. He saw that all the indices were within the normal range...

”Doctor Yan, why hasn't my husband regained consciousness yet?” Young Feng hesitated, but she ended up asking the question. Even though the anxiety of waiting for the surgery to end had passed, she was starting to have mood swings because of the expectations she had regarding Young Dai's recovery.

Doctor Yan could not help but blame this on Ling Ran a little. 'How could you give Young Feng such high hopes? The patient wouldn't even be residing in your department.'

”Since he was under anesthetics for quite a while, he would take a relatively long time to regain consciousness. Don't get too anxious.” Doctor Yan bent down to take a look at Young Dai. He performed two simple examinations in an effort to look like he was trying his best. After he was done with his act, he said, ”His condition right now is considered stable, but when exactly he will wake up depends on his willpower too.”

Young Feng hummed in acknowledgement. She sounded disappointed. She forced a smile and said, ”Thank you, Doctor Yan. I'll continue to call out Young Dai's name.”

”Okay. Talking to the patient is a good thing too.” Doctor Yan did not know what to say either. Truth be told, he was not a very experienced doctor, and this was his first time treating a patient who had received combined stomach and liver radical surgery. Even though patients who had undergone various surgery received roughly the same kinds of treatments in the ICU, he did not know if there would be any unforeseen circumstances.

Young Feng tried her best to put on a cheerful expression and nodded. She massaged Young Dai's hands gently with her fingertips.

Her husband was once as fit as a fiddle, but right now, he was frail and gaunt. Young Feng felt like she was touching nothing but a pile of bones.

Young Feng sighed internally, and she wrapped her thumb around Young Dai's thumb. It was just like that idiotic game they used to play back when they were dating.

Young Dai gently wrapped his icy thumb around Young Feng's thumb too.

Young Feng froze for a few seconds and immediately looked at their thumbs. Her lips trembled a few times, and she was unable to speak.

The icy sensation continued for five to six seconds before Young Dai loosened his grip.

”Doctor, doctor!” Young Feng quickly rose and called out multiple times.

”What happened?” Doctor Yan immediately ran over.

”I… I felt that Young Dai was touching me with his finger.” Young Feng explained a little diffidently.

Doctor Yan did not get suspicious immediately. As usual, he carried out some examinations. He also whipped out his torchlight and shone it at Young Dai's irises.

”Yup, his condition is pretty good. I'll give him a CT scan and see how things are…” Doctor Yan nodded and consoled Young Feng for a bit before leaving.

Young Feng nodded vigorously, and she could not help but tear up again.

After leaving the ward, Doctor Yan looked around before returning to his office. He whipped out his cell phone and typed a message. [The patient has a pretty high probability of regaining consciousness.]

After that, Doctor Yan opened his contact list and tapped on multiple names. After sending the message, he felt at ease as he leaned against his chair and took a long, deep breath.

”Why did you come back right after you left?” The soft voice of a man rang out from behind Doctor Yan.

”What the… Department director?” Doctor Yan almost leaped up in shock, and he was so guilty that he broke out in a cold sweat.

”Are you done making ward rounds?” The department director's voice was soft.

Doctor Yan gulped forcefully and said, ”I'm done.”

”Yup. How's that man, Young Dai doing?” the department director asked.

”There're… there're signs of recovery.” Doctor Yan did not dare to hide anything, and he quickly replied obediently.

”Can he recover?”

”There's a relatively high probability that he will regain consciousness. The patient's family member told me just now that the patient touched her with his finger. Aside from this, the readings of his indices have improved…”