Chapter 500: 502 Internet Celebrity (7)_1
No matter who it was, she had to find that person!
Che Huan’s mind automatically conjured up the image of Huo Jinyun as she bit her lip, completely unaware of Qin Moting’s expression beside her.
Qin Moting sat there, listening to the conversation between Huo Jinnan and Smith, his mood plummeting bit by bit.
"Mr. Huo Jinnan, Ms. Wen Ru’s situation is worse than I imagined, with severe soft tissue loss and a large area of muscle necrosis, exceeding one-third..."
Qin Moting pressed his temples, at that moment, it wasn’t a pathological headache, just a headache that came on much stronger!
"Is there another way besides amputation?"
Hearing Huo Jinnan’s voice, Qin Moting looked up in Smith’s direction.
Smith looked at Huo Jinnan, "First perform local debridement, then a skin flap transfer. The situation could worsen if it’s not ideal."
Qin Moting, who didn’t understand what skin flap transfer was, sat there, picked up his phone, and made a call to Ji Yan in a low voice, "Check what skin flap transfer is."
After hanging up the phone and looking up again, Huo Jinnan had already gone towards the elevator with Che Huan pushing the gurney.
He looked at the nurse, "Follow them."
The nurse pushed Qin Moting to follow Che Huan and Huo Jinnan.
Che Huan’s fingers trembled non-stop as she steadied the gurney, watching her anesthetized mother with closed eyes on it, not daring to ask Huo Jinnan about the situation, even less daring to make a sound!
Huo Jinnan glanced at Che Huan, his large hand grasping hers, pushing the gurney into the elevator. Seeing Qin Moting following, he remained silent.
Qin Moting, seemingly indifferent, followed into the elevator, his gaze fixed on Wen Ru and never left.
Watching this scene, Che Huan had the illusion that President Qin loved her mother, loved her very much!
By the time they got back to the ward, it was almost four o’clock.
Huo Jinnan glanced at his watch, "I’m going out to buy lunch."
Che Huan’s lips moved slightly, unable to speak, not feeling hungry, still, she nodded.
Half an hour later, Huo Jinnan returned, carrying three lunches.
Huo Jinnan opened one of them on the dining table, then went into the ward, and looked at Che Huan, "You go out and eat first, I’ll watch here."
Just then, Qin Moting spoke up, "You two go eat, I’ll watch over her."
Huo Jinnan and Che Huan both looked at Qin Moting.
Qin Moting’s voice was very low, "I’ve already had lunch."
After a pause, he flashed a smile and looked at Che Huan, "Huanhuan, Mr. Smith just said your mother’s condition isn’t at its worst, why the long face?"
As soon as he finished speaking, even Qin Moting felt his attempt to offer comfort sounded false, and yet, seeing Che Huan so distressed, he couldn’t help but try to console her.
Che Huan stared at Qin Moting for a while, then looked at Huo Jinnan, "Is that so?"
Huo Jinnan glanced in Qin Moting’s direction, "Yes, but she still needs to undergo a skin flap transfer surgery."
Not very bad also means it’s not very good, right? Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, bit her lip, stood up, and left the ward with a heavy heart.
Huo Jinnan followed her out, turned back, and said to Qin Moting, "Thank you for your trouble, President Qin."
He closed the door as he left, reached Che Huan’s side, placed his large hand on her slender shoulder, and turned her tear-stained face towards him, "Why are you crying?"
Che Huan didn’t answer, instead, she leaped into Huo Jinnan’s embrace and hugged him tightly.
Huo Jinnan stood there, letting her hug him; though he couldn’t hear her crying, he felt his chest grow damp, "Didn’t I say? It’s not very bad."
