Shangguan Ruoli was shocked, and was even more impressed by Bai Qingqing's calmness, "Let's do our best, I believe Wang Feng can survive. People in this era have more vitality than people in modern times. Besides, he is a martial arts practitioner, so he is much stronger than ordinary people.

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In fact, she was also trying to comfort Bai Qingqing, but she didn't feel confident at all.

But at this time, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is light. After hearing this, Bai Qingqing's expression really relaxed a lot.

He took a deep breath and said, "Get ready for surgery."

Shangguan Ruoli nodded and entered a state of combat readiness.

There were originally at least five or six people undergoing major surgery, but only the two of them had to look after Wang Mingzhong on one side, so they had to be very alert.

Wang Feng's most serious injury was not in his heart, but in his lungs. The lungs are the most delicate and soft, so extra care must be taken during surgery.

Fortunately, Bai Qingqing's instruments and medicines were very advanced, so there were no major problems during the operation.

In the middle, Wang Ming woke up again and started crying because of discomfort and fear.

Bai Qingqing couldn't coax the child, so with tears in her eyes, she asked Shangguan Ruoli to inject the child with a dose of tranquilizer to make the child fall asleep.

The two of them tensed up and finished the operation at ten o'clock in the morning. Looking at the hourglass, they saw that the operation lasted more than ten hours.

Bai Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the chair, "Thank you."

At this time, she showed the emotions that a wife and a mother should have, with a pale face and a sad and anxious expression.

Shangguan Ruoli had someone bring food in, washed his hands, and gave Bai Qingqing a bowl of ginseng soup, "Eat first, you can't collapse."

Bai Qingqing picked up the ginseng soup and drank it one mouthful at a time, tears falling into the bowl of ginseng soup.

Shangguan Ruoli took a bowl of bird's nest porridge and took a sip, comforting him: "Okay, don't cry, they will be fine."

Bai Qingqing knew best how Wang Feng was injured, but she still nodded, wiped her tears, and started eating.

"Dad! Dad!" A weak voice came from the bed,

Bai Qingqing put down her rice bowl, rushed to the small bed, hugged the little person on the bed, "Smash it! Smash it! Woo hoo..."

However, after being separated for several months, Wang Mingzhong no longer recognized Bai Qingqing, and he burst into tears, "Dad! Bad guy! Dad! Dad! Wow..."

Shangguan Ruoli hurriedly walked over and patted Bai Qingqing's shoulder, "Okay, you hugged the child too tightly!"

Bai Qingqing hurriedly let go of her hand, looked at her son's unfamiliar eyes, and burst into tears, "Er, I am your mother."

Wang Mingzhong didn't listen at all and cried: "Dad! Nanny! Woo hoo..."

Because he was too weak and his voice was very small.

"Son, I am your mother!" Bai Qingqing held the child's little hand and burst into tears.

Shangguan Ruoli put his hand on her shoulder, "Check him to see if he can eat?"

Bai Qingqing finally regained her composure and was busy checking Wang Mingzhong's body.

Shangguan Ruoli asked someone to make rice soup, and he first poured out half a small bowl of the soup from the top of the bird's nest porridge.

Bai Qingqing checked Wang Mingzhong's body, took off the oxygen mask, and said, "You can drink some rice soup."

Shangguan Ruoli handed over the small bowl and said, "Drink this first, I'll have someone make rice soup."

Bai Qingqing took the small bowl and spooned it with a silver spoon to feed Wang Mingzhong.

After all, Wang Mingzhong was a child over one year old. He was very hungry. As soon as he smelled the aroma of rice soup, he ate it in big gulps.

Bai Qingqing's tears kept flowing, "Son, please eat slowly. Mother is here and I will never let you suffer again."

After all, blood is thicker than water, and Wang Mingzhong still had the image of Bai Qingqing in his mind. After eating less than half a bowl of porridge, he looked at Bai Qingqing timidly.

Bai Qingqing didn't dare to let him eat too much at once, so she wiped the rice soup from his lips with a handkerchief, and kissed his sallow little face, "You're so good!"

Wang Mingzhong seemed to have remembered something and called out softly: "Mother?"

"Hey! Baby! Baby!" Bai Qingqing shouted heartily, holding Wang Mingzhong in her arms.

Shangguan Ruoli also had sore eyes and reminded her: "The child has just eaten, don't hold her too tightly."

Bai Qingqing let go of the child again and kissed the child again.

Wang Mingzhong smelled the special and familiar smell of his mother, showed a timid smile, and asked: "Where is dad? Looking for dad."

Bai Qingqing pointed at Wang Feng who was lying on the side with red eyes, and said hoarsely: "Your father is tired and sleeping."

When the child saw his father, he looked calmer and more relaxed.

Shangguan Ruoli asked: "Do you want to call a wet nurse to give him some milk?"

Bai Qingqing shook her head and said: "He is one year and four months old, and it's time to wean him. Let's take this opportunity to wean him."

Shangguan Ruoli nodded, "When he gets well, he will go play with Mingxuan."

When Wang Mingzhong heard his brother's name, his eyes lit up, "Brother! Find brother!"

Shangguan Ruoli pinched his little face and said with a smile: "Okay, be obedient and I will let my brother come to see you soon."

Then, he said to Bai Qingqing: "When his instruments can be removed, let Mingxuan come in and see him. Mingxuan and him have not been separated for long, so he will definitely remember it."

Bai Qingqing nodded. Finally, the two children were fine. This was a blessing among misfortunes.

Shangguan Ruoli let his mother and daughter kiss each other for a while, then ate and went out.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mingxuan and four of Wang Feng's cronies were standing at the door, waiting for news about Wang Feng and Wang Mingzhong.

"Princess, how are your father and brother?" Wang Mingxuan couldn't hold back his anger.

His eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously been crying for a long time.

Shangguan Ruoli stepped forward and touched his horns, comforting him: "Your brother has woken up, and your father's injury has been taken care of. I believe he will wake up soon."

Wang Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then can I go in and see them?"

"Not yet. If you go in, you will bring in dust and cold wind. Now Mingzhong and your father are very weak and cannot bear these things." Shangguan Ruoli lied seriously without changing his expression.

As Bai Qingqing's son, Wang Mingxuan knows a lot about hygiene. There are small bugs in raw water that are invisible to the eyes, and there are bacteria in rotten food.

At this time, after hearing Shangguan Ruoli's words, he didn't bother to go in.

This child who has gone through big things is sensible.

Shangguan Ruoli said softly: "When your brother is almost recovered, I will take him out and let you take care of him."

When Wang Mingxuan heard this, he felt that he had a great responsibility. He immediately puffed up his chest and said, "Okay!"

Shangguan Ruoli looked at Mo Xiang, "How is your injury?"

"It's okay. I've asked the doctor to take care of it again." Mo Xiang smiled a little ashamedly. He was ordered to take care of Wang Feng, but it was his dereliction of duty that both adults and children suffered such serious injuries.

Shangguan Ruoli nodded and asked: "Are there any surviving assassins? Who are they?"
Chapter completed!