Chapter 8362: Born from the same roots (11)

"Mr. Yan Feng, you don't have to blame yourself so much. You are not wrong. You are not feeling well now, so it is better to go back and rest first. I will inform you as soon as there is news."

"Does my father know about this?"

"Does Mr. Yan Feng want him to know?"

Yan Feng shook his head and sighed: "No need."

"Mr. Yan Feng knows better than me what Yan Jia has experienced in the past, and I don't think it is necessary."

Yan Feng remained silent and did not speak.

My father hated Yan Jia. His hatred was like the gnashing of teeth between enemies. In his eyes, Yan Jia took away the life of the woman he loved most.

Therefore, for so many years, my father has always insulted Yan Jia as an ominous thing and an unlucky thing.

Even the servants at home would look at Yan Songyuan's face and not like Yan Jia.

In the past few years, when his father got old and had a car accident, Yan Songyuan thought of bringing Yan Jia back to the country and letting him take over the Yan Group.

Despite this, Yan Jia still worked hard to manage the Yan family without slacking off.

My younger brother has never been a playboy who is idle and indolent. He was just forced into this situation by his father.

Ji Changmu sat down next to Yan Feng. There were only two of them in the empty corridor.

The door to the operating room has long been closed.

Time passes bit by bit.

In the afternoon, Yan Feng suffered from low blood sugar and severe dizziness.

Ji Changmu asked the hospital to free up a ward for Yan Feng, helped Yan Feng into the room, and asked the nurse to bring Yan Feng lunch.

Ji Changmu sighed: "Mr. Yan Feng, take a rest first, it's not a problem to hold on like this."

"Mr. Xinji."

"nothing."

Ji Changmu was waiting alone outside the operating room.

He has not told Qiao Zhixing and Qiao Muyuan about Yan Jia's surgery today, and it will not be too late to tell him after the results are available.

The man was sitting on a bench in the corridor, surrounded by the cold air blown by the air conditioner. He sat quietly with his arms folded, and his white shirt was spotless.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark, and his face was deep.

The distance between life and death is too far.

Success or failure lies only in this operation.

But no matter what the outcome is, it will be borne by him alone, Ji Changmu.

He closed his eyes and listened silently to his heartbeat.

As evening approaches, the sun sets in the west and the sunset glow fills the entire sky. Looking out from the window of the hospital, the city is filled with the afterglow, and the sunset is filled with endless tenderness.

Ji Changmu stared at the sunset outside the window without moving. The summer wind blew across the city's brows, and tourists were all passing by in a hurry.

A doctor came out and asked Ji Changmu to sign: "Mr. Ji, please sign the last notice."

"How far has the operation progressed? How long will it take?" When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and slightly tired.

"There's about a quarter of an hour left."

"What did Dr. Brewer say?"

"Do your best."

Ji Changmu didn't ask any more questions, picked up the pen and signed his name.

As soon as the doctor left, Yan Feng appeared in the corridor wearing a coat, still wrapped tightly.

The man walked very slowly, coughing all the way: "Mr. Ji, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Yan Jia is lucky to have a friend like you."

"Yan Jia is lucky to have a brother like you."

Ji Changmu glanced at him, and the two looked at each other. The light of the setting sun passed through the window glass and shone on the white wall beside them.

Ji Changmu thought that Yan Jia was not alone.
Chapter completed!