In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 369 Postoperative
"Why are you here? Haven't you finished get off work yet?" Yu Dawei turned around, looking puzzled.

"I was working overtime today, but there wasn't much to do right now, so I thought I'd come and check on things." Bo Xiao shook her head in surprise. "Such a high-intensity surgery is something most doctors couldn't handle."

Just as the two were talking, the operating room door behind them was quickly opened, and a doctor rushed out of the operating room.

Yu Dawei's heart sank to the bottom. Running out in such a hurry at this time was most likely because something unexpected had happened.

"It's alright, maybe we just ran out of anesthesia when we were finishing up," Bo Xiao said softly, standing beside Yu Dawei.

She was actually a little apprehensive. After spending the past few days with the brother and sister, she had a good impression of them, especially Dafeng, who had the simplicity and kindness of a girl from the village who hadn't yet been transformed by the big city.

"The patient has suffered a massive intracranial hemorrhage! His vital signs show extreme anemia, and the blood bank is running low on blood. He urgently needs a transfusion. Does anyone here have type O blood?" The senior doctor, who had just run out, quickly returned, wearing a mask and panting as he looked at Yu Dawei.

Yu Dawei was stunned for a moment, his mind not quite processing it: "I have type B blood."

His eldest son and wife are both blood type O, but it's no use. But why is Da Feng blood type O?
His father is blood type A and his mother is blood type B, so how could they have a child with blood type O?

"And you?" the doctor asked, looking at Er Yan, who had run over from the side.

"I...I don't know." Er Yan had never had her blood type tested.

The old doctor frowned: "You two come with me. We need to get your blood types tested now, or it will be too late!"

"No need, Dr. Cao, I have type O blood, I'll do it." Bo Xiao smoothed her hair and stared intently at the doctor in front of her.

Dr. Cao was visibly taken aback, a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he finally nodded: "One minute. Hand over your shift duties, and come over as soon as you're done."

"Understood." Bo Xiao didn't dare to delay and turned to run to the other end of the corridor.

"I'll go tell your other colleagues. For now, all they can do is run errands." Yu Dawei felt a little guilty, having to ask someone to help with a blood transfusion so late at night. "Bo Xiao, I won't say anything more. I'm deeply grateful."

"Don't be so polite. We're all from the same hometown. Isn't it only right to help each other out when we're away from home?" Bo Xiao smiled, then said a few words to Yu Dawei before walking into the operating room.

It wasn't until we entered the operating room that we realized just how difficult the surgery was. Some of the senior doctors were already unsteady on their feet, so we had to take turns operating.

Moreover, there was a great deal of tacit understanding in the operating room. No one said anything unnecessary. There were also nurses who were responsible for handing things over and wiping sweat. They were all a brand new batch who had been replaced by Dr. Cao. It was obvious that the previous batch of nurses could not hold on any longer.

The attending physician at this time was Professor Zhang, who was completely focused on the final removal of the brain tumor and did not notice at all that the person who came in for a blood transfusion was Bo Xiao.

Professor Zhang's inner belief sustained him as he persevered, determined to stabilize the patient's condition at the most critical moment.

Outside, Yu Dawei hurriedly went upstairs to find the colleague Bo Xiao had mentioned. After giving instructions, he rushed back downstairs. Seeing that there was still no movement inside the operating room, he became anxious again.

At the same time, Yu Dawei was also puzzled. He didn't know if his parents knew that his daughter, Dafeng, had type O blood. This blood type made him suspicious of Dafeng's background.

But in her memory, it seems that Dafeng was born to her own mother. When she was little, he used to play with Dafeng on the kang (a heated brick bed).

That is... that is...

"It can't be that melodramatic, can it?" Yu Dawei subconsciously covered his surprised mouth with his left hand, as if he could see the old man's head covered in a green meadow.

Yu Dawei suppressed his doubts and confusion, patiently waiting for Da Feng to come out. At this moment, Da Feng might be brushing past death.

Although Taifeng may not be his full sister, the idea of ​​a half-sister from the same mother sounds pretty exciting.

I just don't know if the old man can handle such a shock...

More than an hour into the surgery, it was already past 10 p.m. The operating room door was opened again. First, nurses came out with various medical instruments, followed by five senior doctors who were already tired and even exhausted.

Yu Dawei spotted Professor Zhang immediately and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Professor Zhang, what's the situation right now?"

"Don't worry, the brain tumor has been successfully removed. However, the patient lost too much blood and is anemic, so he may need to recuperate and be observed for a period of time." Professor Zhang took off his mask, looking exhausted, but still patiently explained with a smile, "The surgery is considered successful so far. We will need to observe whether the patient will experience any sequelae after the surgery."

"Thank you, Professor Zhang." Yu Dawei looked at the experts around him, "and thank you to all the doctors as well."

Yu Dawei took out some red "souvenirs" from his pocket. After all, it was an extremely difficult surgery, and he had seen how tired the doctors were. This was Yu Dawei's way of thanking the doctors.

Professor Zhang and the two local experts, of course, knew what was inside, and quickly declined.

Yu Dawei had no choice but to think about whether to buy some gifts or make a banner or something, because he had to convey his feelings properly no matter what.

Without Professor Zhang's help and the cooperation of the doctors, tonight's surgery might not have been successful. After chatting for a few more minutes, everyone left, looking exhausted.

When Yu Dawei finally saw Da Feng being wheeled out, she was probably still under anesthesia, lying pale on the hospital bed, being moved to the ward by the young lady from Hohhot.

While helping out, Yu Dawei searched for Bo Xiao. When he finally spotted her, he gave up his spot to help to A Gui and inquired about Bo Xiao's condition.

When the other person came out of the operating room, they looked even more tired than the senior doctors.

"What can't be blood-nourishing? I'll get you some tomorrow. How about turtle? I heard that stuff is very nutritious!" Yu Dawei reached out and helped Bo Xiao to a nearby seat to rest.

"No! I've never eaten that stuff before, and I wouldn't dare to." Bo Xiao's face was full of fear. "Don't worry, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest. You've really been through a life-or-death situation this time. I saw Professor Zhang and the other experts working up a sweat."

"Professor Zhang and his team have worked hard. I plan to make a few banners and send them to them in the next day or the day after."

"Yes, yes, that's good. Professor Zhang and the others really like this kind of thing." Bo Xiao sighed, stood up and smiled, "I have to go, I have to continue my night shift tonight."

Yu Dawei felt a little uneasy, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, can you cook at your house?"

"Huh?" Bo Xiao turned around, a big question mark popping into her mind.

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Two days later, Da Feng's vital signs began to stabilize, and she was even able to drink some soup and eat some liquid food.

Yu Dawei borrowed the house that Bo Xiao was renting and prepared some nutritious food for Da Feng and Bo Xiao.

For dishes like black chicken soup and lotus seed soup, because of Bo Xiao's blood transfusion, Yu Dawei specially added some iron-rich ingredients like pork liver to Bo Xiao's meals.

Bo Xiao was also impressed by Yu Dawei's cooking skills. She never expected that this rough and tough Northeastern man would be such a good cook. When they ate lunch together, Bo Xiao couldn't help but praise Yu Dawei as a good man who knew how to take care of others.

Upon hearing this, Yu Dawei showed an expression of shame and embarrassment.

While eating and chatting, Yu Dawei remembered Da Feng's type O blood.

He didn't tell anyone about this, not even Er Yan or his parents. When he called home, he only reported the good news that "Fengfeng's surgery was a success."

Although he didn't say it, he would always think about it.

When he was chatting with Bo Xiao today, he couldn't help but ask the questions that had been bothering him.

"Uh, was that spicy stir-fried beef good?" Yu Dawei asked a question unrelated to blood type.

Small talk and setting the stage are essential communication skills for Chinese people.

"It's delicious! Will you make it again tomorrow?" Bo Xiao's eyes were full of anticipation, and the smile on her lips was even brighter than before.

“No problem, just tell me what else you want to eat. There’s a market right behind your house, so it’s very convenient to buy groceries.” Yu Dawei grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and then turned to look at Er Yan and A Gui, who had already finished eating. “After you two are done eating, go to the ward and keep your older sister company. Make sure she finishes her congee with preserved egg and lean pork.”

"Okay." Er Yan was also a clever little thing. She could tell that her older brother had something to say to Doctor Bo Xiao in private, so she pulled A Gui away.

It was only then that Bo Xiao realized that Yu Dawei must have something to say to her, and her gaze lingered once again on Yu Dawei's square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Bo Xiao asked first.

Yu Dawei clicked his tongue in surprise, a look of great hesitation on his face. He didn't know whether to keep this matter to himself or to ask about his doubts.

After all, this matter is seriously affecting family unity.

Seeing that Yu Dawei was very hesitant, Bo Xiao immediately thought of her best friend Wang Zhuo.

Could it be that these two...

As she thought of something, her heart skipped a beat, and she leaned forward, her mottled face showing a mixture of surprise, doubt, and a burning passion for gossip.

"Is it about Wang Zhuo?" She deliberately lowered her voice, speaking in a whisper that only the two of them could hear in the cafeteria. "Ask me anything you want. Wang Zhuo and I practically grew up together. I know everything about him: his height, weight, hobbies, size..."

Yu Dawei: "???"

(End of this chapter)