PPS Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chu Zhaoyi is Loved by Many

Chapter 182: Chu Zhaoyi is Loved by Many

At nine in the morning, the automatic doors of the operating room slowly closed, swallowing Chu Zhaoyi’s figure in a blinding white light. Gu Yusen stood outside the door, his fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of his phone.

Despite Liu Haitao’s repeated emphasis that the success rate of the surgery was as high as eighty percent,

everyone was still extremely nervous.

Gu Yusen’s hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, let alone Zhang Anru, who sat anxiously by the side, a complete wreck.

The air was filled with the pungent and cold smell of disinfectant.

Occasionally, a nurse would hurry past in the corridor, the sound of their shoes rubbing against the floor especially clear in the silence.

Each time a footstep sounded, Gu Yusen would jerk his head up, and Zhang Anru would unconsciously clench the silk handkerchief in her hand. But each time, the footsteps would simply fade away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Time ticked by, like a stretched rubber band, taut to the extreme, yet refusing to break.

Xie Yuyin’s hand pulled out of her pocket, her fingertips lightly tapping on the windowsill, the rhythm still disordered, like some silent countdown.

Gu Yusen finally couldn’t help himself and began pacing back and forth in the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty space like some silent urging.

Zhang Anru’s gaze followed his figure, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she simply gripped the silk handkerchief tighter.

The calmest person in the entire scene was Xie Tingyun. His back was still straight, but if one looked closely, they would notice his shoulders were slightly tense, his hands in his pockets, his fingertips unconsciously tapping beneath the fabric in a disordered rhythm. Only the slight furrow in his brow betrayed a hint of unease.

Everyone was worried about the twenty percent chance of failure.

When Liu Haitao pushed open the door of the operating room, he was met with a picture of extreme tension.

Gu Yusen’s footsteps stopped abruptly, as if he had been paused. His whole body stiffened, his eyes locked onto Liu Haitao’s face, trying to capture a shred of information from his expression.

This surgery was actually just a small surgery for him. The eighty percent success rate was just him being conservative.

These people were too nervous, but he understood.

Liu Haitao looked at the group of people in front of him, who were extremely tense, and couldn’t help but smile. His tone was as relaxed as if he had just finished a normal consultation: “It’s okay, the surgery was very successful. We’ll transfer him to the intensive care unit for observation for a while, and if he recovers well, he can go to the ward. If he recovers well enough, he can be discharged before the new year.”

As soon as the words fell, the air in the corridor seemed to flow again.

Gu Yusen let out a long breath, and Xie Tingyun, who was holding his wife’s shoulders, also relaxed a little.

Liu Haitao shook his head as he watched the group of people looking relieved, his tone carrying a hint of teasing: “You guys are too nervous. This surgery is just a small surgery for me, you made it sound like the sky was falling.”

Hearing this, Gu Yusen scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but the smile on his face couldn’t be suppressed no matter what. He walked up to Liu Haitao and said solemnly, “Dr. Liu, thank you.”

Liu Haitao waved his hand, his tone relaxed: “Alright, no need for thank yous. You can rest assured now. Chu Zhaoyi will be transferred to the intensive care unit later, you can go and see him, but don’t stay too long, let him rest well.”

Zhang Anru wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly, her voice still a little choked up: “Okay, okay, we understand.”

Xie Yuyin helped Zhang Anru sit down and said softly, “Mom, you rest first, we’ll go see Zhaoyi later.”

Xie Tingyun walked up to Liu Haitao, nodded slightly, and said in a low and solemn voice, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Liu Haitao smiled and patted him on the shoulder: “It’s my job. Don’t be too nervous, just take good care of him from now on.”

Not to mention, what he gained from this surgery was not just a simple surgery fee.

The Gu and Xie families had made a large donation to the public welfare institution he had established, and even helped establish a special school for deaf and mute children, which was estimated to cost a lot of money per year.

Even Professor Qin had sent a few of his own paintings, not to mention how much they would be worth if sold, but the artistic value alone was difficult to estimate.

This was the most worthwhile surgery Liu Haitao had ever performed.

“It’s just a small surgery, at most tens of thousands of yuan, and they went all out,” Liu Haitao’s assistant said as he packed his things.

Liu Haitao shook his head, and when he thought of the reticent boy and the expressions on the faces of the people outside the operating room.

Figures who dominated their respective fields gathered together for a child, their faces full of anxiety.

“Doesn’t this just prove that Chu Zhaoyi is a child loved by many?”