The Favored Heiress
Chapter 290: Surgery Successful

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Surgery Successful

Twenty minutes later, Yan Emperor’s private jet took off from the border international airport and returned to South Sea.

Shang Yu, Qiu Huan, Ou Bai, and others were seated near the sofa, the cabin was very quiet, no one spoke.

And the door to the rest area at the back of the cabin was tightly closed.

Li Qiao stood by the bed, staring unblinkingly at the unconscious Li San.

Nan Xin stood with her head bowed behind her, occasionally stealing a glance but not daring to speak.

Li Qiao still clutched the misshapen brocade box in her hand, silent for a long while, before slowly turning to meet Nan Xin’s gaze.

Without saying a word, Nan Xin already felt her legs weakening, wanting to kneel, "Darling, it’s my fault, I admit my wrong. You can punish me however you like."

Nan Xin’s tone was obscure, she hung her head low and dangled it submissively, her enchanting face also lost its usual luster.

Li Qiao’s gaze was bland as she fixed on Nan Xin, she said nothing and turned to leave the rest area.

Nan Xin was restless and particularly upset inside.

She looked at Li San’s face, which had once been resolute and hardened, now covered with weariness and pallor, her eyes gradually reddening.

...

Li Qiao returned to the rest area of the cabin, found a corner, and sat down by herself.

She silently gazed out the window at the white clouds, her eyes veiled with a layer of cold gray.

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai watched her from a distance, neither of them uttering a word, while Shang Yu had already put down his crossed legs and walked over to her.

Seeing this, Qiu Huan immediately dragged Ou Bai to the small bar in the front, leaving the space for them.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu came and sat next to Li Qiao, his eyes fixed on the brocade box in her hand, his brows slightly raised, "What’s that you have there?"

Li Qiao came back to herself, only then remembering the object in her hand.

Because she had been both angry and trying to restrain herself earlier, she had been clutching the brocade box tightly, and now she wanted to loosen her grip, but her fingers were a bit stiff.

Seeing her struggling to flex her joints, Shang Yu sighed and pulled the brocade box out.

Smoothing out her palm, he saw the traces of grooves caused by the edges of the brocade box.

He pursed his lips in displeasure, tossed the brocade box aside, and, frowning, took her hand and massaged it carefully, "Still angry?"

Li Qiao moved her fingers, shaking her head with a slight pout, "I was thinking about something else."

"Thinking of what?" Shang Yu discreetly glanced at the light green brocade box. Although it was misshapen, the gold-lion-and-tiger insignia embossed on the lower right corner was still clearly distinguishable.

Her fingers gradually relaxed under his massage. She leaned against the chair back and murmured faintly, "If Li San doesn’t wake up...

Before more possibilities could be spoken, Shang Yu curved his thin lips, his fingers naturally interlocking with hers, their fingers tightly clasped, "Don’t trust in Yan Emperor’s medical prowess?"

Li Qiao looked at him, blinking, "That’s not it."

Not wanting to continue the topic, Li Qiao turned and took the brocade box back into her hands.

Shang Yu didn’t ask anything, released her fingertips, and leaned lazily against the armrest, his deep eyes darkly watching the scene.

In the brocade box was a short, sharp crescent dagger.

The handle was also engraved with the Lion and Tiger Mark, cold white blade etched with auspicious cloud patterns, the sharp edge gleaming under the cabin lights.

Li Qiao took it in her hands, casually making a few gestures. It was small and easy to carry, a fine item.

Then, Shang Yu straightened his sitting position, his voice low, "Like daggers?"

Li Qiao touched the Sharp Edge absentmindedly and said, "It’s alright."

Hearing this, Shang Yu’s eyelids drooped, he bowed his head sorting out his cuff, his deep gaze falling once again on the Lion and Tiger Mark.

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...

At eight in the evening, the plane arrived at South Sea International Airport.

As the plane landed, the dim light inside the cabin gradually brightened.

Li Qiao, who had been dozing in Shang Yu’s arms, slowly woke up, her voice soft and hoarse, "We’ve arrived?"

"Yes, are you tired?" Shang Yu turned his head and kissed her forehead.

Li Qiao nestled against his neck, speaking slowly and softly, "A little, but I can still hold on."

Travelling back and forth between the border and South Sea in one afternoon, coupled with the long flight and worrying about Li San, did indeed exhaust her physically and mentally.

She sat up straight from Shang Yu’s arms, rubbed her stiff shoulders, and glanced out the window casually, only to see the flashing blue lights of an ambulance outside the plane.

At this moment, the cabin door opened, and Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao to stand.

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai followed, but Ou Bai kept a relatively safe distance from Li Qiao the entire time.

Shortly after, the flight attendants led a medical emergency team to carry Li San away from the cabin.

Near the gangway on the tarmac, Liuyun, Luoyu, and Nan Xin were waiting a few steps away while Ou Bai stood beside Qiu Huan, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Li Qiao and Shang Yu.

At that point, Qiu Huan looked around and turned back to Li Qiao, saying, "Don’t worry too much, sister. Your brother will definitely be okay."

Li Qiao didn’t make a sound but nodded in response.

Without delay, Qiu Huan said goodbye to them and led a silent Ou Bai away from the tarmac first.

With the ambulance ready, Li Qiao and the others also boarded their business car.

...

Half an hour later, at Yan Emperor International Private Hospital.

In the VIP lounge, Li Qiao and Shang Yu sat on the sofa while Liuyun and the others stood outside in the corridor.

All experts from the neurology department were conducting a comprehensive examination of Li San, with a projection screen on the wall in front of them displaying real-time images of the consultation.

Less than twenty minutes later, the director of the private hospital, carrying various test reports and brain scans, hurried into the lounge.

The director, named Chang Rong, was in his forties, slightly overweight with regular features, and his conduct exuded a decisive and swift manner.

Liuyun opened the door for him, and Chang Rong strode in, bowing slightly towards Shang Yu and reported in a solemn tone, "Master Yan, the examination results are out.

In the patient’s occipital trauma area, a piece of shrapnel was not completely removed. We’re considering performing an extraction surgery; what do you think?"

After hearing this, Shang Yu rubbed his fingertips and turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Li Qiao leaned against the sofa, supporting her forehead with one hand, and nodded without hesitation, "Then let’s proceed with the surgery."

Chang Rong cautiously scrutinized Li Qiao, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

It was rare for Master Yan to personally come to the private hospital, and this time he had come with a beautiful young lady.

How unusual, how unusual!

At this moment, Shang Yu glanced at Chang Rong, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he waved his hand, "Arranged the surgery quickly."

"Yes, Master Yan."

Chang Rong unsurprisingly received Shang Yu’s warning look, shrank his neck, and scurried away.

...

At ten-thirty that night, the surgery was successful.

The director returned to the VIP lounge again, holding a tray with a tiny blood-stained shrapnel on it, "Master Yan, the surgery went very well. Although the shrapnel was small, it was pressing right against the patient’s brain nerves. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, otherwise..."

Otherwise, everyone knew the unspoken peril.

Li Qiao stared unwaveringly at the surgical tray, lifted her eyelids, and asked Chang Rong, "When will he wake up?"