Regarding the sender of this text message, Song Mi knew who it was without much thought. With such a arrogant tone, it could only be the domineering eldest daughter of the Shu family.

She didn't reply, just dismissed it as a spam text message and deleted it.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, grandma was sent to the operating room, and the operation officially started half an hour later.

Song Mi was waiting outside the operating room with her parents.

It is said that the walls of the hospital have heard more prayers than the walls of the church. This sentence is actually true. Song Mi kept praying in her heart, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless her and that her grandma's operation would be successful.

At the same time, she silently prayed for Tan Xize in her heart, hoping that he could successfully overcome the difficulties this time and turn the danger into safety.

There was not only their family waiting outside the operating room, but also another family. The patient was undergoing cardiac surgery in a separate operating room.

During the surgery, it was said that I had been in for three hours and still hadn’t come out.

The atmosphere was quite anxious and tense.

Song Mi's palms were filled with water, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened by the narrator, and a doctor wearing an olive surgical hat walked out, shook his head to the other family, and said: "I'm sorry, I have tried my best."

The next second, the originally quiet waiting area was filled with the heartbreaking cries of family members.

Just listening to it makes people feel heartbroken.

Seeing such a scene, Song Mi became more and more panicked. She was really afraid that Professor Bach would come out and say sorry to her.

Two more hours passed, and the family member whose operation failed had left, and the entire waiting area was filled with a dead silence.

It was so quiet that Song Mi could hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

She raised her eyes and saw that the sign above the operating room had changed, and the font changed from In Operation to End of Operation.

My heart couldn't help but feel suspended.

Two minutes later, the two doors of the operating room opened one after another, and Professor Bach walked out.

The three members of the Song family immediately greeted him.

Song Mi was at the front and asked anxiously: "Professor Bach, how was my grandma's surgery?"

Professor Bach stared at her without speaking.

Only then did Song Mi realize that she and Professor Bach spoke different languages. Thinking that the female translator should still be in the office, she prepared to call for her.

Professor Bach grabbed her and gave her an OK gesture.

Her eyes lit up instantly as if being ignited: "Really!"

Although Professor Bach didn't understand what she was talking about, looking at the happy expression on her face, he probably knew what she was talking about, so he smiled and nodded.

Song Mi said thank you several times in Chinese.

Behind Professor Bach, two nurses pushed the grandmother out. There was a circle of white gauze wrapped around the grandmother's head, and her face was covered with oxygen. Because it was a general anesthesia operation, it would take some time to wake up.

The couple gathered around the stretcher bed, took a look, and asked Song Mi how his condition was. Song Mi smiled and told her parents: "The operation was successful!"

The couple was so happy that they burst into tears, and both nodded their heads and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Song Mi and Professor Bach returned to the office, and with the help of a female translator, they discussed some post-operative care issues and the charging of the brain pacemaker.

Before leaving the office, Professor Bach smiled and said something to her, and the female translator accurately conveyed it to her, "Ms. Song, Mr. Tan really cares about you. I calculated that a private plane flight costs millions."

name coin."

"..."

Song Mi did not return to the ward. After wandering in the corridor twice, she took her cell phone and debated whether to send Tan Xize a WeChat message to ask about the nail shop.

She checked Weibo again and saw that public opinion was aggressively attacking Yingda Group, but Yingda had not seen any movement so far.

After struggling for a while, Song Mi still couldn't hold back and sent two WeChat messages of concern to Tan Xize.

-Mr. Tan, I saw the news last night about the nail house in the western suburbs. I wanted to ask if you are okay?

-I can't help you much, but I'm worried about you.

These two WeChat messages sent out are like stones sinking into the bottom of the sea.

No news.

In the evening, Jinglan bought three meals in the hospital cafeteria. When she returned to the ward, she noticed Song Mi sitting on the sofa with exaggerated dark circles on her face, so she said, "Mimi, after you eat, you can go home and rest."

, your father and I are guarding here."

"How about that?"

Song Miqiang cheered up, "I want to wait for grandma to wake up."

Song Tianming: "Your grandma's anesthetic has not worn off yet, and it will probably take several hours. Then you have to wait until midnight, listen to your mother, and go back to rest after eating."

Jinglan: "Yes, you can go home and rest after dinner, and come back to replace us early tomorrow morning."

Seeing that both his parents said this, Song Mi couldn't hold on anymore, so he could only nod his head and say yes.

After eating, Song Mi stayed in the ward for nearly two hours. Seeing that night had fallen outside the window, she was forcibly kicked out by her parents.

After leaving the hospital, Song Mi went to the nearest bus stop and waited for the bus.

The bus was still very crowded at this time, and there was no doubt that there were no seats after getting on the bus. Song Mi walked to the back door of the bus and raised his hand to hold the handrail next to it.

The middle-aged man next to me had severe body odor, and the smell was almost nauseating.

Song Mi breathed slightly and turned her face to the other side, which would make her feel better.

At this time, the mobile phone in the bag rang.

Before taking out her phone, Song Mi never thought it would be a call from Xi Ze. She looked at the name flashing on the screen and was stunned for a moment.

After a few seconds, he hurriedly picked up the phone.

Her voice, mixed in with the noise, softly said: "...Mr. Tan?"

There was silence over there.

The surroundings were very noisy, including the sound of buses running, the creaking of doors opening at the platform, and the loud sounds of other passengers swiping their mobile phones on their screens.

This forced Song Mi to put the phone close to her ear and ask: "Mr. Tan, what did you just say?"

The man's lazy chuckle came from the receiver, and he said: "I haven't spoken yet."

Song looked for a temporary pass.

Talking about Nishizawa: "On the bus?"

Song Mi hummed softly.

She didn't know how to ask him about the nail house. His tone was as relaxed as usual, as if nothing had happened.

After a moment of silence, Tan Xize took the initiative to speak again: "Professor Bach told me that your grandma's surgery was successful."

Song Mi: "Thank you for all this, Mr. Tan. Without you, I really don't know what I would do."

"Little things." He smiled.

Song Mi thought for a moment and was about to ask, but Tan Xize beat him to it. He said, "I saw the WeChat message you sent me."

The words that reached her throat were swallowed back by Song Mi, and she hummed.

The bus was driving forward slowly and leisurely. Song Mi raised his eyes and saw the scenery outside the window that was retreating at the same speed. It happened to be the high-rise building of Yingda headquarters.

She raised her head, looked at the illuminated Yingda LG on the top of the building, and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Tan Xize did not answer her directly, but smiled and said to her in a somewhat informal way: "You are so worried about me?"

Song Mi: "..."

She was silent for a while and said seriously: "Now is not the time to joke."

Who knows, Tan Xize said in a more serious tone than her: "I'm not joking."

"..."

"But I'm asking you seriously, are you really worried about me?"

There were other passengers around. Song Mi was a little embarrassed. He covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his voice and said, "...Of course I'm worried about you."

Otherwise, why would she have been unable to sleep all night last night, thinking about him anxiously.

The bus's arrival information was played through the loudspeaker in the car, and the mechanical female voice filled the entire car. Tan Xi Ze waited until the broadcast was over and then spoke slowly: "If you are so worried about me, why don't you come?"

See me?"

"..."

Song Mi felt as if his heart was beating heavily.

Then it falls.

She choked and asked uncertainly: "...now?"

Tan Xize smiled deeply and asked her, "Do you want to come?"

Song Mi didn't even think about it and asked directly: "Where are you?"
To be continued...