Chapter 290: Successful operation

Chapter 290 Successful operation
Twenty minutes later, Yanhuang's special plane took off from the border international airport back to Nanyang.
Shang Yu, Qiu Huan Oubai and the others were scattered in the cabin. The surroundings were quiet and no one spoke.
And at the rear of the cabin lounge, the door was closed at this moment.
Li Qiao stood by the bed and looked at Li San who was unconscious.
Nan Yu bowed his head and pestered behind her, occasionally glanced at her, and did not dare to speak.
Li Qiao was still holding the deformed brocade box in her hand, and she was silent for a long time before turning around slowly.
She didn't say anything, Nan Yu was already weak in her legs and wanted to kneel, "Baby, it's my problem, I admit it, you can punish me whatever you want."
Nan Yu's tone was obscure, and his head drooped with low eyebrows, his enchanting face also lost its former glory.
Li Qiao stared at her flatly, turning around and leaving the lounge without saying a word.
Nan Yu was very uneasy and very sad.
She looked at Li San's once iron and fortitude face, but now it was covered with haggard and pale, and her eyes were gradually red.
...
Li Qiao returned to the front cabin, looked for a corner, and sat down.
She looked at the white clouds outside the window blankly, her eyes covered with a cold gray.
Qiu Huan and Ou Bai stared in the air, neither of them said a word, and Shang Yu had already put down his overlapping long legs and drove over.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Huan immediately pulled Oubai to the small bar in front, leaving space for them.
On the other side, Shang Yu came to Li Qiao’s side and took a seat. He gazed at the brocade box in her hand, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, "What are you holding?"
Li Qiao returned to her senses, and then remembered what she was holding.
Because she was both angry and restrained as much as possible before, she had been holding the brocade box tightly, she would want to let go, but her fingers were a bit stiff.
Shang Yu saw that she was struggling to relax the joints, and sighed and pulled out the brocade box.
After smoothing the palm, you can see the traces of the ravines.
He pursed his lips displeasedly, and left the brocade box aside, frowning, pulling her hand, and kneading it carefully, "Isn't he still?"
Li Qiao moved her fingers, curled her mouth and shook her head, "I'm thinking about other things."
"What do you want?" Shang Yu glanced at the pale green brocade box without expression. Although it was deformed, the bronzing liger logo printed on the bottom right corner of the brocade box was still legible.
Li Qiao's fingers gradually relaxed under his massage. She leaned back in the chair and murmured softly, "If Li San can't wake up..."
More possibilities have not been said yet, Shang Yu lifted his thin lips, five fingers passed through her fingers along the way, and the two of them clasped their fingers together. "Can't you trust Yanhuang Medical's strength?"
Li Qiao stared at him and blinked, "That's not true."
Not wanting to continue this topic, Li Qiao turned around and took the brocade box over.
Shang Yu didn't ask anything, let go of her fingertips, and leaned lazily on the handrail, watching this scene with deep eyes.
In the brocade box, is a short and sharp crescent dagger.
The handle is also engraved with the liger logo, the cold white blade is engraved with auspicious clouds, and it is shining sharply under the cabin lights.
Li Qiao took it in her hand and made two gestures at will. It was small and easy to carry, and it was a good thing.
Then, Shang Yu next to him took a seated posture, his voice was low, "Like daggers?"
Li Qiao touched the blade with his fingertips, and said casually, "It's normal."
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu's eyelids drooped, and he lowered his head to adjust his cuffs, his deep gaze fell on the liger mark again.
Myanmar Special Execution Team!
...
At eight o'clock in the evening, the plane arrived at Nanyang International Airport.
As the plane landed, the dim light in the cabin gradually became brighter.
Li Qiaoyou, who was sleeping in Shang Yu's arms, woke up, her voice soft and dumb, "here?"
"Well, are you tired?" Shang Yu turned his head and kissed her thin lips on her forehead.
Li Qiao rubbed his neck, whispering slowly, "It's okay."
In fact, the long journey to and from the border and the Southeast Asia in one afternoon, coupled with the worry about Lebanon, really made her exhausted.
She straightened up from Shang Yu's arms, rubbed her stiff shoulders, and glanced out the porthole at random, and saw the blue ambulance warning lights flashing outside the plane.
At this moment, the hatch opened, and Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao up.
Qiu Huan and Ou Bai followed, but Ou Bai always kept a relatively safe distance from Li Qiao.
Soon, the flight attendant led the medical emergency team to lift Li San from the cabin.
Near the tarmac gangway, Liu Yun, Luo Yu and Nan Yu were waiting a few steps away. Ou Bai stood sideways beside Qiu Huan, his eyes obviously avoiding Li Qiao and Shang Yu.
At this moment, Qiu Huan looked around and said to Li Qiao, "Sister, don't worry too much, your brother will definitely be fine."
Li Qiao didn't say a word, just nodded in response.
Without engraving, Qiu Huan said goodbye to them, leaving the apron first with a dull Oubai.
The ambulance was ready, and Li Qiao and others boarded the commercial vehicle.
...
Half an hour later, Yanhuang International Private Hospital.
In the VIP lounge, Li Qiao and Shang Yu are sitting on the sofa, while Liu Yun and others are guarding the corridor outside the door.
All the brain experts are doing a comprehensive examination of Li San, and the projection screen on the front wall can watch the expert consultation in real time.
In less than twenty minutes, the director of the private hospital hurried to the lounge with various checklists and brain films.
The dean's name is Chang Rong, who is about forty years old. He has a slightly fat posture and straight-eyed eyes.
Liu Yun opened the door for him, Chang Rong paced inside, bent over to Shang Yu, and reported in a rigorous tone: "Yan Ye, the results of the inspection are out.
There is a piece of shrapnel in the trauma position behind the patient's head that has not been cleaned. The experts have discussed that the patient should be removed immediately. What do you think? "
After speaking, Shang Yu rubbed his fingertips and tilted his head to look at the girl beside him.
Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, propped her forehead with one hand, and nodded without thinking, "Let's operate."
Chang Rong looked at Li Qiao cautiously, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It is rare for Ye Yan to come to private hospitals in person. Not only did he condescend to come this time, he also brought a beautiful little girl with him.
Strange, strange!
At this time, Shang Yu glanced at Chang Rong, narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hand, "Arrange the operation as soon as possible."
"Yes, Lord Yan."
Not surprisingly, Chang Rong received Shang Yu's implicit warning look, shrank his neck, and went out in a hurry.
...
At ten thirty that night, the operation was successful.
The dean folds back to the VIP lounge again, holding a tray with a tiny blood-stained shrapnel on it, "Yan Ye, the operation was a success. Although this shrapnel is not big, it happens to press on the patient’s brain nerves. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise..."
Otherwise, everyone knows well.
Li Qiao looked at the surgical tray for an instant, raised her eyelids, and asked Chang Rong, "When will he wake up?"
(End of this chapter)