Successful Surgery, But…

As the doors to the operating room opened, everyone in the hallway held their breath.

All eyes were on the young nurse, and silently, they all prayed for Fang Wenjing’s well-being.

Thankfully, the nurse’s words were reassuring.

“The surgery went very well. We’re in the final stages now. The family should prepare as she’ll be transferred to the ICU for a few days of observation.”

Fang Zhou’s face lit up with immense joy.

His eyes sparkled, and a smile spread across his face, unable to contain his happiness.

Li Siming and Su Yang hugged each other in excitement.

Zhang Zhiyin also breathed a sigh of relief, her expression relaxing considerably.

“That’s great!”

“I told you, Wenjing is a lucky girl. Her good days are ahead!”

Li Siming was genuinely happy for the little sister he had watched grow up.

Su Yang grinned widely, showing all his teeth.

The atmosphere in the hallway lightened considerably.

Seeing this, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

“As long as the surgery went well!”

About half an hour later, Fang Wenjing was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to the ICU.

Fang Zhou and the others could only watch from a distance.

Her wound was freshly stitched, requiring an absolutely sterile environment, so even wearing protective gear, they couldn’t visit her.

But for Fang Zhou, just seeing his sister come out of the operating room safely was enough.

Compared to his nightmares, the current situation was much better, and Fang Zhou didn’t dare ask for more.

After handling his sister’s matters, Fang Zhou went to check on Qin Yun and found her exhausted, still in her green surgical gown, asleep in her office.

The usually strong and gentle woman showed a vulnerable side after the grueling surgery.

Fang Zhou felt a pang of sympathy for Qin Yun.

He gently picked up a folded blanket nearby, carefully unfolding it and draping it over her, making sure she wouldn’t catch a cold.

After doing this, he reached out and gently stroked her head from a distance.

Then, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered softly, “Thank you.”

His words were filled with sincerity and gratitude, his eyes reflecting deep appreciation for Qin Yun.

Honestly, without Qin Yun’s help and support, he might have been running around like a headless chicken, lost and confused.

He might have even taken extreme measures.

Now, with his sister’s surgery initially successful, the weight on his heart was temporarily lifted.

As for the three months Qin Yun had asked him to stay with her, only two or three weeks remained.

Time had flown by quickly, slipping away like sand through his fingers, barely noticeable until he realized how little was left.

During this period, Fang Zhou’s mindset had changed significantly.

From initial resistance to acceptance, and now to a sense of calm.

He even felt a bit reluctant at the thought of breaking up with Qin Yun.

He had to admit, people are emotional creatures.

The longer you stay with someone, the more feelings develop.

Especially since Qin Yun was someone he had once had feelings for, even though she had made mistakes, she had worked hard to make amends.

Fang Zhou felt like a small boat drifting in the ocean, tossed by waves towards one shore and then another.

He couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Had he really become the “scumbag” people talked about?

If Li Siming were here, he would probably pat his chest and say, “No way, buddy! Us men have big hearts! You just want to give every girl a home. What’s wrong with that?”

“Fang Zhou, come out for a moment!”

Zhang Zhiyin’s voice from outside the door pulled Fang Zhou out of his thoughts.

Fang Zhou looked at Qin Yun with a complicated expression, then quietly turned to leave.

But the woman who was supposed to be asleep suddenly grabbed his hand.

“Don’t go, Fang Zhou!”

Her voice was low, like a desperate plea to the only lighthouse she could see.

Her voice was filled with fear and despair, as if she were the only one left in the world.

The man in front of her was her only support.

She held his hand tightly, as if afraid to let go and lose him.

Fang Zhou turned to look at her, but her eyes were still closed.

Her brows were furrowed, and sweat began to form on her forehead. She gripped his hand so tightly it felt like her nails were digging into his flesh.

Qin Yun must have been having a nightmare.

Fang Zhou placed his hand on her shoulder, gently patting her like a mother soothing a child to sleep.

“It’s okay, I’m not leaving. Don’t be afraid.”

One pat, two pats, three pats…

With Fang Zhou’s gentle rhythm, Qin Yun seemed to calm down.

Her furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her grip on his hand loosened.

Fang Zhou finally managed to free his hand and adjusted the blanket over her.

He then quietly left the office.

Shortly after, Qin Yun suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes wide, looking around and finding no one there. The blanket on her fell to the floor with her movements.

This meant someone had been in the office.

Who it was didn’t matter.

What mattered was the strange dream she had.

She dreamed that after Fang Zhou’s sister recovered, he turned against her.

He didn’t leave her any remaining time.

As soon as the three months were up, he left, making her meticulously planned engagement ceremony a joke.

Even when she knelt and begged him not to go, he didn’t look back.

It was a disturbing dream.

First, she would never kneel in public. Second, Fang Zhou wasn’t that heartless.

Qin Yun rubbed her temples and muttered to herself, “It must be the stress. It’ll get better with time.”

She was using a common psychological technique—positive self-suggestion—to bring herself some positive energy.

She took out a stack of files from the drawer and began to review them.

They were reports and analyses related to Fang Wenjing’s post-surgery condition.

Saying she was completely out of danger wasn’t accurate.

Kidney transplant surgeries could lead to rejection reactions.

The next three months were crucial. Only after safely passing this period could they truly relax.

Otherwise, any malfunction of the immune system could still endanger Fang Wenjing’s life.