Today's heart surgery, if it were forty or fifty years later, wouldn't be complicated. It's even the most ordinary surgery to Xu Qinghuan. But right now, the conditions in all aspects are not mature, and the difficulty of the surgery is quite high.
The child is still young too.
Xu Qinghuan could say she was highly stressed. The surgery time was also very long; fatigue and exhaustion were inevitable. In her past life, she'd faced even more tiring situations, and she got through them, feeling they were just ordinary affairs.
Because no one asked if she was tired or worn out; even more, no one cared for her. Not even a glance from Jiang Xingye, which would make her feel fragile.
She leans against Jiang Xingye's chest. He feeds her a bite, then eats a bite himself, and after ten or so bites, he hears the soft and gentle sound of her breathing.
Xu Qinghuan has already fallen asleep.
