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Chapter 393 Wake Up, Okay?

The tension in everyone's hearts, which was already palpable, intensified, and they all rushed towards the door of the operating room.

Their nerves were on edge, waiting for Dean Zeng and Xie Jingbai to emerge from the operating room.

Of course, the best thing would be to see Song Beiyou wake up completely unharmed.

However, when the operating room door opened and Xie Jingbai walked out, taking off his mask and looking serious, they all roughly guessed what was going on.

Duan Yao, in particular, felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and his lips turned deathly pale.

He stared at Xie Jingbai as he walked out. "Where is he?"

Where's Youyou?

Xie Jingbai raised his head and met Duan Yao's eyes.

The eyes of this proud son of heaven held a panic and helplessness that no one else had ever seen.

Money makes the world go round, and he's known for his ability to control everything. People rarely see someone like him now.

For no apparent reason, Xie Jingbai felt a pang of heartache.

"Hmm?" Duan Yao raised his voice slightly and asked again.

The truth will out eventually. Xie Jingbai had no intention of hiding anything from Duan Yao, and stammered, "Um, Third Master, you need to be mentally prepared."

"Speak!" Duan Yao felt as if his legs were filled with lead, incredibly heavy.

I don't really like this dragging-out feeling; it's annoying.

The next second, Xie Jingbai closed his eyes and spoke faster, "Miss Song's surgery was very successful, but she hasn't woken up yet."

I don't know exactly when she will wake up.

It could be a day, it could be a month, it could be a year, or it could just stay like this forever...

He can't wake up.

He dared not say anything more, for fear of hurting Duan Yao's feelings.

But how could I not be heartbroken?

With something this big happening, can you still maintain your usual composure?

A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken. At this moment, Duan Yao could no longer hold back and tears streamed down his face.

He pushed Xie Jingbai aside and walked into the emergency room.

This was originally against the rules, but in this situation, there's no such thing as rules anymore.

Under the shocked and heartbroken gazes of the crowd, they watched as their third master strode heavily inside.

The people outside had long since come to regard Song Beiyou as family after spending time with her.

Yan Dong couldn't help but burst into tears as well. She couldn't imagine what the usually lively and interesting Song Beiyou would look like lying in bed, unable to move, like a vegetable.

He wished he could kill Lou Yue, who was still clinging to life.

But if Lou Yue were to die like this, it would be too good for her.

I'm so sad.

The news of Song Beiyou quickly reached the ears of many people, and the old lady Duan, who had just woken up, slapped herself a few times in self-reproach.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

My precious Youyou...

She cried uncontrollably.

Zong Lanfang had already fainted several times in one day, and upon hearing this, she fainted again.

Gu Panpan and Gu Debai had just returned to Jinxiu Manor when they received the news and immediately took Gu Debai to Qingshui River.

Seeing that his uncle Bai Shu could still play chess at a time like this, he immediately got angry. "No, old man, what's going on?"

Will Song Beiyou wake up? He's such a good person, I refuse to believe that God would be so blind.

Why don't you calculate her fate and see how much longer she has left?

After she finished speaking, Gu Debai took over, hugging Bai Shu's leg, "Grandpa, please have mercy, can you go to the capital to save Sister Youyou?"

I like her very much.

I will marry her when I grow up.

You need to think of a solution quickly.

How can I live without her?

"Waaah, waaah, waaah."

......

Gu Panpan and her son Gu Debai kept nagging in Bai Lao's ear until his ears were calloused.

After a while, when there was really no other way, he exclaimed, "Oh dear," and said, "I don't know. This is a secret of heaven. Revealing it would be bad for Youyou."

With just one sentence, Gu Panpan and her son Gu Debai fell silent.

Then the mother and son looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Gu Debai asked in a childish voice, "Wouldn't it be bad if we leaked it? Would it be okay if we didn't leak it to Sister Youyou?"

Gu Panpan stroked Gu Debai's hair, "As expected of my son, so smart."

"Let's go back to the capital."

Before leaving, the mother and son glared at Old Bai.

Bai Lao, "..."

No, what happened to him?

He didn't do anything, did he?

He didn't want anything to happen to Song Beiyou more than anyone else.

There's nothing we can do about it; fate has this element, and it's not good to try to defy destiny.

Hey ~

...

Beijing Imperial Hospital.

Song Beiyou was transferred to the post-operative ward.

In the empty, pristine white ward, apart from the faint "click-click-click" sound of medical equipment, there was nothing else.

The weather wasn't good; it was dark and gloomy, and a wind picked up, making the curtains billow and flutter, sometimes blowing them inwards and sometimes outwards.

In the middle of the ward, against the wall, was a hospital bed. Song Beiyou lay there quietly, still with his eyes closed.

Beside the hospital bed was Duan Yao, who was leaning over, holding a towel dampened with warm water to wipe Song Beiyou's body.

Very meticulous, not missing a single finger.

He knew that Song Beiyou loved beauty and cleanliness, so even lying in bed like this, he wanted to keep her dry and tidy.

One wipe wasn't enough, so I wiped it again.

After pouring the water from the basin into the bathroom, I returned to the bedside and sat on a stool to the side.

Four full days have passed since Madam Duan's accident, until Song Beiyou was now lying in bed.

For the past four days, Duan Yao has barely slept a wink.

As a result, his eyes were now filled with terrifying red blood vessels.

These past two days I haven't even had time to groom my beard; there's clearly visible stubble on my chin and lips.

After he sat down, he took Song Beiyou's hand and placed his lips on the back of her delicate, white hand, again and again.

Not satisfied, he got up again and kissed her cheeks repeatedly.

After a long, long time, just when I felt I had had enough, I reluctantly sat down again.

She choked back tears as she said, "Youyou, please wake up."

Song Beiyou remained unchanged, showing no reaction whatsoever.

......

The following day, at the court hearing department of the Safety Supervision Bureau.

Lou Yue, whose face was horribly slashed, was tied to the courtroom chair. Her face was contorted as she stared at the presiding judge in front of her.

Duan Yu, Yan Li, and Yan Dong sat beside her.

Behind them were many authoritative reporters from Beijing.

The judge slammed his gavel down heavily. "Lou Yue, do you know your crime?"

Lou Yue first remained expressionless, then let out a sinister laugh, "Hehehe, you know your crime? What crime have I committed?"

Besides, what are you talking about?

My name is not Lou Yue at all.

My name is Han! Xin! Yue!