After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 291 Coma

Outside the emergency room, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. The air seemed to be frozen, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The red indicator light was flashing, and every flash seemed to be telling us that a life-and-death battle was about to begin, or like the ruthless fate was urging us on.

Yan Zeyu's face was solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were filled with determination and anxiety.

He quickly changed into surgical clothes with skillful and neat movements, and prepared to follow the doctor into the emergency room.

He knew very well that every second of delay could mean the loss of life.

When Yan Zeyu was on his way here, Jiang Shiwen had already told the people in the hospital to follow all the arrangements made by Yan Zeyu and Ming Nanjin.

This trust and decisiveness showed his absolute support for his friend and his eagerness to save lives.

When Yan Zeyu changed his clothes and was about to follow the doctor into the emergency room, the doctor in charge stopped him.

After all, life on the operating table cannot be taken lightly.

The doctor looked serious and asked him to show his medical certificate.

Yan Zeyu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that there would be such a procedure at this critical moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

He then pulled his qualification certificate out of his pocket and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor took the certificate, looked at it carefully, and was stunned for a moment.

The certificate bears the logo of the world's highest medical institute, a symbol of honor that countless medical practitioners dream of.

Surprise and admiration flashed in the doctor's eyes. He knew very well that the young man standing in front of him was no ordinary person.

The doctors were shocked and did not dare to delay any longer, as they knew that time was life at this moment.

He turned around quickly, entered the operating room, and began the intensive rescue work.

In the operating room, various instruments make slight sounds, as if they are playing a symphony of life.

Yan Zeyu stared at Xiao Chengcheng on the operating table, concentrating his attention and not daring to make any mistakes.

Every move is made with caution and every decision is a matter of life and death.

Ming Nanjin looked at the red indicator light, sitting in the quiet corridor, doing nothing but staring at the indicator light.

His eyes were full of worry and expectation, as if the flickering light was his only hope.

It was not until Jiang Shiwen, Jiang Shiyu and Yan Zekai arrived at the hospital that the sounds of footsteps and breathing were heard in the corridor.

Ming Nanjin then moved, his body seemed to have become stiff, the long wait made him a little numb.

Ming Nanjin stretched out a finger towards Jiang Shiwen. Jiang Shiwen was stunned for a moment and put a cigarette in Ming Nanjin's hand.

Ming Nanjin lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.

In the swirling smoke, the sadness on his face did not disappear at all, but instead looked even heavier and more worried.

He knew that every moment in the operating room was full of unknowns, and all he could do was wait and pray.

Xiao Chengcheng was pushed out of the emergency room. Yan Zeyu took off his mask and white coat, his expression a little solemn.

Ming Nanjin stood up immediately, her eyes full of anxiety, and asked in a trembling voice: "How is Chengcheng's condition?"

Jiang Shiwen, Jiang Shiyu, Yan Zekai and the other three also hurried over, staring at Yan Zeyu, waiting for his answer.

Yan Zeyu nodded and said seriously, "The injuries on his body are no longer serious, but his body is too weak and he needs to rest. As for the wound on Chengcheng's head, it's the same as Jin's at that time. It may have been caused by the impact when he was beaten. As for when he will wake up, it's not certain yet."

When everyone heard this, their hearts ached.

Ming Nanjin clenched his fist unconsciously, and said through gritted teeth: "I will never let those bastards go!"

Jiang Shiwen patted Ming Nanjin's shoulder and comforted her, "Jin, don't be impulsive. Wait until Chengcheng gets better."

Little Chengcheng was pushed into the ward and lay quietly on the bed. His small body looked so fragile.

Everyone gathered around the bed, looking at her pale little face, feeling heartbroken.

Jiang Shiyu couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Chengcheng, it's all my fault, get up and beat me up, wake up quickly..."

Yan Zekai also sighed: "Chengcheng, I am your brother Zekai, please wake up quickly, I haven't heard you speak yet..."

Ming Nanjin sat beside the bed, holding Xiao Chengcheng's hand, unwilling to take his eyes off her for a moment.

"Sister, you must wake up soon. Your brother is waiting for you here."

Time passed by minute by minute, and a depressing atmosphere filled the ward.

After explaining some precautions, Yan Zeyu went to discuss Xiao Chengcheng's condition with the doctor.

Night fell quietly, and the moonlight outside the window sprinkled on Xiao Chengcheng's face.

Ming Nanjin still stayed by the bed, refusing to move a step.

Jiang Shiwen and others advised him to take a rest, but he shook his head stubbornly.

"I want to wait for her to wake up. I want me to be the first person she sees when she opens her eyes."

Ming Nanjin's voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and determination.

Jiang Shiwen sighed, not knowing whether to tell Ming Nanjin about this matter. He was very conflicted. On the one hand, he was worried that Ming Nanjin's current physical and mental state could not bear it, but on the other hand, he felt that keeping it a secret was not a solution.

Jiang Shiwen looked at Ming Nanjin's condition. He had not eaten or drunk since he woke up, and he had not taken a drop of water until now. No one could endure this. His originally tall and strong body now looked so haggard and weak. Coupled with Ming Nanjin's current mental condition, if this continued, Ming Nanjin would have collapsed before Xiao Chengcheng woke up.

Yan Zeyu and Yan Zekai were also worried about Ming Nanjin's condition, and were discussing at the door how to get Ming Nanjin to eat something.

"Or, Jiang Shiwen, tell Jin about the incident, and tell Jin that you can only tell her after she has dinner." Yan Zeyu frowned and said with a worried look on his face.

Jiang Shiwen felt that this was the only solution. At this moment, Jiang Shiyu also ran up in a panic, carrying food. It was late now, almost morning, and they could only buy some porridge and buns.

"Bought it back."

Jiang Shiyu ran up hurriedly, holding a few bowls of porridge and buns in his hands.

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she said breathlessly, "I hope Jin can eat something."

Jiang Shiwen took a deep breath and said, "Let's go in first."

Several people walked into the ward together, and Ming Nanjin was still standing by Xiao Chengcheng's bed with a dull look in her eyes.

Jiang Shiwen said softly: "Jin, you can't go on like this. Xiao Chengcheng still needs your care."

Ming Nanjin didn't react at all, as if she didn't hear it.

Jiang Shiyu put the porridge and buns on the table beside him and said, "Jin, eat something first."

Ming Nanjin remained motionless.

Yan Zeyu stepped forward and said, "Jin, we have something to tell you about Chengcheng, but you have to eat something first."

Hearing the name "Xiao Cheng Cheng", Ming Nanjin finally reacted. He raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and expectation: "About Cheng Cheng? What's the matter?"

Jiang Shiwen quickly said, "Eat something first, and we'll tell you."

Ming Nanjin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, picked up a bowl of porridge, and put it into his mouth mechanically.