It felt like a long time passed, but it had only been a few short minutes.

“Yaoyao! Yaoyao, calm down!”

Tang Xinrou couldn’t get through and she began to break out in a cold sweat. “Have you forgotten? No matter how awful she is, she is still the person that gave birth to Brother Song! You don’t want him to hate you after he wakes up!”

Snap—

Song Yaoyao snapped out of her daze and let go.

Zhou Manli fell to the ground weakly, holding onto her neck and coughing. Horror filled her eyes as she looked at Song Yaoyao and retreated.

Her arrogance had completely disappeared.

“Sigh…”

A low sigh echoed through the corridor.

The man had been waiting for this moment. He pulled the girl into his arms and covered her eyes with his hands, comforting her quietly.

An Feiran watched with admiration and suddenly asked, “Who is that man?”

Tang Xinrou sighed, retrieved her gaze, and actually felt a little disappointed that nothing happened to Zhou Manli.

But she knew that this way of thinking was wrong. Zhou Manli deserved to die, but not at the expense of tarnishing Yaoyao’s hands.

“Him? The infamous, Mr. Huo. Haven’t you heard of him before?”

“Mr. Huo?!” An Feiran nodded, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “I heard about him as soon as I returned to China, but I had never seen him. Who knew he was so young…”

He then looked at Huo Ningxi. He had called the man his Small Uncle.

The first time that Tang Xinrou met Huo Yunque, she was also surprised. But now, she had accepted this reality.

A black shirt enveloped the man’s broad shoulders and firm chest, and his arms were strong. He was tall and majestic; the only person who could speak such reckless words and allow the girl to act inappropriately in front of him.

Even if she tore the sky down, he would have a way to fix it for her.

For some reason, that was the feeling that An Feiran got when he looked at him.

He lowered his head, feeling a little self-conscious.

Compared to a mature man, he still had a lot of catching up to do.

The door to the emergency theater opened and Zhou Manli instantly looked over.

Liu Yu was covered in blood. He gritted his teeth and shook his head as he looked at Huo Yunque. “Things don’t look optimistic. He has an intracranial hemorrhage but his body may not be strong enough to undergo surgery.”

Song Yaoyao listened to Huo Yunque’s heartbeat and her worries eased.

When she heard Liu Yu’s comment, she suddenly asked, “Can I go in?”

Liu Yu was stunned. “What do you want to do?”

Before Song Yaoyao replied, Huo Yunque patted her on the shoulder and said, “Go get changed and disinfected. I’ll prepare everything else.”

At a time like this, everything was a waste of time.

Song Yaoyao nodded and ran toward the disinfection room. As she passed by Shen Xun, she said, “Help me fetch my silver needles from Grandfather Shen!”

“Okay.”

Once everything was prepared, Song Yaoyao followed Liu Yu inside.

Zhou Manli opened her mouth. Before she managed to stop her, Song Yaoyao glared at her coldly.

“If you cause trouble again, I won’t be holding back this time!”

Zhou Manli had already wasted too much time.

The surgery was extremely long and not a single person left.

It wasn’t until the sun rose the next day that the emergency theater doors finally opened again.

Zhou Manli covered her mouth, but she couldn’t contain her emotional cries.

Her son had been saved…

Song Yaoyao was helped out by a nurse. The nurse who was supporting her no longer treated her like a child. Instead, she saw her as a Traditional Chinese Doctor who was worthy of respect.

If she didn’t use her silver needles on Song Wenchuan’s acupuncture point to control the bleeding in his skull, the surgery would not have been a success!