Du Shuxian and the others were clueless, but Su Xingyu felt a deep sense of bitterness and guilt; only she knew why—
Because, at the last moment when the plane was crashing, he used his chest to protect her!
Her voice was hoarse, almost unable to hold back tears: "Shifeng, wake up."
The attending doctor glanced at her: "It's no use, Miss. Mr. Lu's anesthesia hasn't worn off yet; he can't be awakened now. Once the anesthesia wears off, he will wake up on his own. Oh, and the surgery was very successful."
After saying this, he hurriedly left.
Everyone from the Lu Family breathed a sigh of relief and escorted Lu Shifeng to the VIP single ward.
The elderly Mr. and Mrs. Lu were too old to stay, and seeing their grandson safe, they needed to return home to rest. Su Xingyu said, "I'll stay and accompany him. I'll ask the doctor to move my hospital bed next to his."
