Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 151: There’s Drama

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: There’s Drama

Su Zhe had originally still planned to step out and take a break, but he couldn’t even lift his foot.

"Ts." Professor Zhou clicked his tongue, his brows furrowing.

Su Zhe, however, was quite capable of remaining steady—at least he didn’t overreact dramatically. An operating room is a place where absolute calm is necessary; otherwise, emotions can influence many things, possibly even the final outcome of a surgery.

So Su Zhe didn’t speak; he could not disturb Professor Zhou’s operation. Nonetheless, his pale face suddenly turned even whiter, like paper.

Cheng Youran’s face also turned abruptly pale, only it was hidden by the mask and not visible, unlike Su Zhe’s, whose faint complexion could still be seen through the small exposed piece of skin.

Feeling somewhat helpless, Cheng Youran asked, "Teacher Zhou, what should we do?"

Zhou Weizhen could be said to be extremely steady—an expert professor isn’t without reason.

Her voice didn’t change at all, showing no sign of panic, not even appearing solemn, but was calm and rational as before.

"What do you mean, ’what should we do?’ Do as we originally planned. Don’t panic when something happens," Zhou Weizhen said.

Cheng Youran swallowed, steadied his nervous and solemn emotions, and held his movements steady.

"Su Zhe, you don’t panic either. If you need to go out and rest, then go as usual," Professor Zhou said.

"I’d better not..." Su Zhe was about to say he’d better not leave, but before he could finish speaking, he had already become unsteady.

"Hey!" The nearby anesthesiologist, seeing him falling sideways, quickly went to check on him.

Su Zhe’s face was pale, his eyes tightly closed.

With such an incident in the operating room, Professor Zhou’s emotions were still stable as if unaffected at all, asking in a steady voice, "How is he?"

"It’s blood loss that caused it, his blood pressure is a bit low, I’ll handle it. Teacher Zhou, no need to worry," the anesthesiologist said.

In frustration, Zhou Weizhen said, "So that’s why I told him to hurry out and rest. He wouldn’t listen, and now he’s fainted in my operating room—good job, huh?"

After receiving initial treatment from the anesthesiologist, Su Zhe was transferred out of the operating room.

Bo Jingshen heard the operating room’s door open; he had already been despairingly sitting on the floor for a while, feeling like every tendon in his body had been pulled out. Hearing the door’s noise, he suddenly sprang up as if revived.

Rushing to the operating room door, he realized that the person coming out wasn’t Su Lu but Su Zhe lying on the gurney.

Su Zhe’s face was so pale it was almost unbearable to look at, his lips also lacking color, and he was currently lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

Bo Jingshen’s expression immediately turned even uglier, approaching the paleness of Su Zhe’s face.

Bo Jingshen asked hoarsely, "What happened to him? The surgery... how did it go?"

He originally thought the doctor wouldn’t answer, but the surgical nurse who first pushed the gurney out seemed not to know the case, so assuming he was a relative or friend, she replied, "He donated blood too much, it’s blood loss, he needs much rest and nutritional supplements."

This response was enough to raise Bo Jingshen’s anxiety, because if Su Zhe ended up like this, then Su Lu inside...

Bo Jingshen assumed the nurse wouldn’t answer his question about Su Lu, so he could only infer Su Lu’s condition based on her explanation of Su Zhe’s condition. If Su Zhe turned out like this, then Su Lu...

Unexpectedly, the surgical nurse paused and then continued, "The surgery is quite complicated, the patient’s underlying health is not very good, and the surgery still needs..."

The surgical nurse was almost ready to reveal everything.

A doctor followed and coughed lightly, "Xiao Tan, the patient requested confidentiality."

"Oh? Is that so? Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know," the surgical nurse quickly said.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t bear it any longer, quickly stepped forward two steps and pleaded, "Please tell me, I beg you, I just want to know about the surgery. Please!"

It could only be said that people blessed with attractive looks indeed had certain privileges.

Because both the surgical nurse and the doctor who followed her out found it hard to refuse someone as handsome as Bo Jingshen. Moreover, obstetrics largely involved female medical staff, and Bo Jingshen’s appearance certainly worked to his advantage.

The surgical nurse hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "The surgery is quite complicated and currently quite dangerous, but luckily, with an authority like Professor Zhou present, you shouldn’t worry too much for now..."

"How complicated... is the situation?" Bo Jingshen jumped at their slight concession to inquire further.

"That’s all I can say." The surgical nurse didn’t elaborate any further and immediately turned back to enter the operating room.

Jing Ruo comforted Bo Jingshen, "Brother, don’t worry too much. The nurse said it herself, the situation is still controllable."

Bo Jingshen didn’t sit down again. Although the profound gloom still enveloped him, he no longer sat disheartened on the floor as before.

He just stood still at the door of the operating room, becoming a statue once more.

When a call came in, Bo Jingshen didn’t pick up, not just didn’t pick up—he seemed as if he couldn’t hear it at all.

It was Jing Ruo who reacted, pulling the phone out of his pocket.

Seeing the number on the screen, Jing Ruo hesitated, her first instinct was to have Bo Jingshen answer it, but seeing his current state, she feared he was not in any mood to answer any call, regardless of who it was from.

So, Jing Ruo walked aside and answered the call herself.

"Hello?" Jing Ruo spoke softly.

There was a pause on the other end, and then a low magnetic voice came through, "Ruo Ruo?"

"Big brother, it’s me," Jing Ruo said.

"Why are you answering his phone? Where is Jingshen?"

The person on the other end of the call was Jing Su.

Jing Ruo said, "We are at the hospital."

Jing Su, upon hearing this, responded, "Oh? How did it end up at the hospital?"

Jing Ruo, well aware of her brother’s capabilities, straightforwardly said, "You must have heard about yesterday’s events, right?"

Jing Su didn’t admit it but casually responded, "Hmm... I don’t know all the details."

Jing Ruo didn’t believe him, "You must know everything."

"Alright, what happened to Jingshen? How did it end up at the hospital?" Jing Su asked again.

He indeed almost knew everything about yesterday, except for more confidential information such as Su Lu’s sudden hospitalization that was kept under wraps.

Even with Jing Su’s extensive reach from Beijing, there was a time delay before he could be fully informed.

Jing Ruo, like a little loudspeaker, quietly recounted everything.

"Rare blood type?" Jing Su was somewhat surprised. "You mentioned Jingshen’s cherished blood type was negative what again?"

"Negative AB," Jing Ruo said. "Big brother, do you have a way?"

"Oh, hard to say, but let’s try," Jing Su’s voice was still relatively calm.

Jing Ruo instantly knew there was hope.