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dinner obediently tomorrow."Bai Xiaoxiao whistled and gestured with his hand for Renwennuan to lean in, asking her seriously, "Renwennuan, what made you take a fancy to this guy"warm "..."Moxiao Chen,...515

Her heart burned with warmth as she sat alone on a bench, waiting. She relied on memories of past happiness to sustain her through the present despair. Qinmo must not have happened to him; he absolutely cannot! If something has happened to Qinmo, she won’t be able to find peace for life and might not live long either.

She sat alone, recalling past joys, with eyes closed, refusing to listen to any sounds around her. Even when Cheng Anya spoke to her, she didn't hear it; Cheng Anya called out a few times but received no response from Warmth, and the Third Young Master of Ye grabbed her hand as he shook his head in silence for Cheng Anya.

Waiting is tormenting.

Especially when waiting for an unknown fate—it’s even more tormenting.

The feeling was like being constantly sliced by a knife at your heart, refusing to give you one swift cut. This kind of feeling was incredibly desolate and hopeless, yet the person left waiting can do nothing but wait and wait some more.

After a while into the surgery, Chen Xueru and Tang Shuwen arrived; so did Ye San and Wen Lan. Lin Da and his wife also came—they were all elders and friends of Ye Nimo, gathered outside the operating room waiting.

Chen Xueru wanted to speak with Warmth for a bit but found her lost in thought; everyone fell silent.

The operation proceeded slowly. To Warmth, hours felt like an eternity spent in prison. She never knew time could pass so agonizingly slow before. She wished she could bang her head against the wall and fall unconscious until someone woke her up with news that Qinmo was safe and fine.

But reason kept her mind clear—there was nothing to do but wait, endlessly waiting. And even she didn’t know how long this would go on… Sweat dripped from her palms...

The surgery had been going for over three hours when the operating room door suddenly opened; a young nurse with bloody hands rushed out in panic. Cheng Anya and the Third Young Master of Ye jolted up from their seats, grabbing the nurse to ask what was happening.

An inexplicable fear seized them both...

The little nurse hurriedly said that the patient was hemorrhaging and she needed to fetch blood...

Hemorrhage, continuous bleeding...

Upon hearing this from the little nurse, Cheng Anya felt cold all over, warmth deserted her completely. Her gaze became vacant as fear made her mind go blank. The red blood on the little nurse’s hands caused a sharp pain in her head.

This was Non-Mo's blood, Non-Mo's blood, Non-Mo's blood...

Non-Mo is in danger; he’s in danger, fighting for his life against Death.

The warmth of the medicine had already dropped to the ground. Her fists clenched tightly as she prayed incessantly from her heart, willing to trade thirty years off her own life span for Non-Mo's survival. She really would do so if it meant he could live; heaven, please hear my plea.

A sharp pain of dizziness hit her head and warmth suddenly remembered a classic line from Hong Kong dramas.

Doctors in white coats came out of the operating room to tell the family very helplessly, “I’m sorry, we’ve done our best.”

This was indeed a classic line from Hong Kong dramas. Almost every single one had this scene, and warmth was afraid that the two outstanding men would come out pale-faced and say, "Sorry, we've done all we could."

Previously, whenever she watched TV shows with Ye Nimoh, they always joked about whether the line could be changed to something like "Please try not to grieve excessively," as it was so predictable every time.

Warmth also said that if she were acting and a doctor came out to say sorry and add that they had done their best, she would definitely break character from laughing.

A word spoken in jest proved prophetic.

She never dreamed that she would face this scene in reality, not in a TV drama or movie, but in her life. Nie Mo was right there, and she finally realized how naive her past self had been, and how frivolously she had treated matters of life and death.

Chen Xue sat down beside her, holding her cold hand gently and said, "Don't worry, he'll be fine. If you're tired, rest on my shoulder for a while."

Warming shook her head, and Chen Xue sighed; she had been tense the whole time without any relaxation.

Warming was more worried about Ye Nimei in the hospital ward than anyone else.

A little nurse hurriedly brought several bags of blood. The operating room door closed again, making everyone's hearts tighten like never before...

Waiting...

An endless wait.

The surgery lasted for ten hours without stopping; it was pitch dark outside. Cheng Anya and Ye San Shao didn't want to keep the Tang family waiting so late, Xiao Nian was still at home too. Chen Xue and Tang Shuwen stayed behind while Tang Si and Wen Lan went back first.

Tang Shuwen and Wen Lan bought some food and drinks for Cheng Anya and Ye San Shao as well as Warming, but none of them had any appetite; the food was left untouched. For ten hours, Warming remained in one position, stiffly sitting on a chair waiting.

She felt that her entire life might be no longer than this wait.

Nearing midnight, the operating room door finally opened.

Su Man and Bai Ye looked extremely tired but tried to muster up energy. Cheng Anya watched them with concern, dreading hearing bad news from their mouths. Ye San Shao was the calmest among them, "How is Nimei"

White Night smiled and said, "I promised to give you a healthy son, and I will definitely keep my word. The surgery went smoother than expected. Tonight is crucial; if he can get through tonight safely, there won't be much of an issue."

Warmth heard the sound of her heart suddenly dropping from high up... Her heart that had been pounding in her throat returned to its place. Soon after, a young nurse pushed Ye Feimo into the intensive care unit for the night...

If he could get through tonight, Feimo would be fine.

"Thank you!" Cheng Anya said tearfully. Originally, there wasn’t much hope for Feimo’s successful surgery; they must have exerted great effort to snatch his life back from Death's hands. Cheng Anya was incredibly grateful.

Warmth heard Su Man speak for the first time, "Don't be too optimistic. Even if the surgery is successful, when he wakes up, there will still be several major surgeries ahead. Otherwise, the chance of recurrence would be too high."

Their goal was to thoroughly remove all tumors from his body.

Surgeries couldn’t help Feimo, but her medicine could assist him.

Everyone had been very happy until they heard Su Man’s words and fell into a gloomy mood again. White Night smiled, "If Feimo can withstand this surgery, the subsequent surgeries will definitely be successful with 100% assurance. You don’t need to worry unnecessarily."

Cheng Anya heaved another sigh of relief, "Su Man, stop scaring me!"

"You’re too easily spooked," Su Man joked rarely. Young Master Ye III instructed the nurses to arrange for them to rest. After more than ten hours of surgery, even an iron man would collapse; they couldn’t leave the hospital temporarily in case something happened to Feimo during the night.

Therefore, they were staying at the hospital tonight.ars turned a bit red; he believed that Wu Shuang would look good in any style she chose, so there was no need to cut her hair or curl it.This way is even more eye-catching.Dragon Chengtian gritted his...