With the help of the embassy staff, Yang Qianyu finally transferred Xiaoxiao to another hospital and arranged the surgery on the same day.
The ambassador was busy with work, and after settling everything, he left her contact information and left.
"Sister, you are so awesome! You even know the diplomats from the embassy!" Xiaoxiao admired the ambassador completely when she saw that the ambassador was very polite to her and did not act like he was simply assisting her compatriots.
Yang Qianyu sat down, feeling tired all over, "I don't know any diplomats. It was Feng Moyan who contacted him."
"Mr. Feng?" Xiaoxiao was even more surprised, "He is far away in China, how could he contact us so quickly?"
"It seems to be through domestic connections..."
Thinking of the satellite call just now, a wave of warmth flashed through her heart.
No matter how tough she said, she had to admit in her heart that this man always appeared exactly when she needed help the most, making her irresistible.
Xiaoxiao nodded, looked at her dazed and tired face, and sincerely advised: "Sister, even if he has been sorry for you and hurt you, but he can change his ways and is so heartfelt for you, you really don't think about it again.
Give him a chance?"
Yang Qianyu was also thinking about this issue.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Xiaoxiao sighed again: "Having experienced life and death, I thought your views on many things would change."
"Well..." Yang Qianyu murmured softly, "There has been a change. When he comes... I will have a good talk with him."
Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, "Who is coming? You said...Mr. Feng is coming here? How can he get on the plane with that look?"
Yang Qianyu didn't know how he got on the plane, but he was already in the sky.
Thinking that he would appear in front of her in a few hours, there was a faint expectation in her heart.
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The eight-hour flight was not easy for Feng Moyan. After swallowing painkillers, he squinted in confusion for more than half an hour.
The exhausted body and mind became energetic again the moment the plane landed.
"Mo Yan, do you want to eat something before going to the hospital? You didn't eat anything on the plane. I can't bear it for these seven or eight hours, let alone you..." When leaving the airport, passing by the restaurant, Gong Beize
suggested.
The man in the wheelchair rejected it without hesitation: "No, let's go directly to the hospital."
Gong Beize glanced at Fisher, both of them were helpless, then they stopped talking and quickly followed.
On the way to the hospital, Feng Moyan learned the latest news about the plane crash from his mobile phone.
Seeing that nearly half of the huge iron fuselage was destroyed, as well as almost one of the three passengers who died on the spot, and hundreds of seriously injured patients hovering on the edge of life and death, his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Even his breathing was shaky and unsteady.
Fisher and Gong Beizawa were also scrolling through their mobile phones. When they saw the air crash report, they felt heavy and uncomfortable thinking about those people who had unfortunately lost their lives.
In the face of disaster, life is so fragile and insignificant.
Therefore, people who are alive should cherish every sunrise, every sunset, every moment and every second, and everyone around them.
When they arrived at the hospital, Gong Beize originally wanted to ask him to check his body first, but he thought it would be in vain, so the group went straight upstairs to the ward.
Unexpectedly, when I knocked on the door and took a look, there was no one inside.
Feng Moyan's face froze. At that moment, he thought something happened to the woman, or that she didn't survive at all. Everything was just his imagination.
Just then, doctors and nurses passed by in the corridor. Gong Beizawa caught him and immediately asked in English. The answer he got was: They should be over there in the operating room.
Only then did they remember that Yang Qianyu's assistant Xiaoxiao was injured and needed surgery.
Feng Moyan didn't speak, but his face suddenly relaxed. He took a few breaths and leaned back in the seat. The huge emotional fluctuations before and after made people feel distressed.
Seeing his appearance, Gong Beize sighed in his heart, "Let's go, I'll ask where the operating room is."
So, the group went to the operating room again.
Yang Qianyu sat outside the operating room, waiting alone.
The doctor said that the condition of Xiaoxiao's leg had worsened due to the delay all night, and the operation would be more troublesome. She couldn't help but feel high in her heart.
Xiaoxiao is a young and energetic girl. Following her back to China from abroad, she has been working hard and taking care of her and Xiaoyu Xiaozhou's daily life.
Although the relationship between the two is superior and subordinate, in her heart, she has long regarded Xiaoxiao as a younger sister.
If she suffers from any disability...
The more I think about it, the more worried I become, and the more I think about it, the more guilty I feel.
Just when she was feeling restless and anxious, a familiar cry woke her up.
"Thousand words!"
She was suddenly startled, turned around suddenly, and saw Fisher running towards her in great excitement.
"Fei Fei..." She murmured and stood up at the same time. Before she could stand upright, Fei Xue had already rushed up and hugged her.
"You scared me to death, you know! Fortunately you were okay, otherwise... otherwise I wouldn't have known what to do..." Fisher burst into tears, buried in her neck, and his shoulders were instantly wet with tears.
After experiencing life and death, and being held by her best friend, Yang Qianyu was filled with emotions and her heart was filled with ups and downs.
Hugging Fisher tightly, her throat was blocked by the sour liquid. She opened her mouth several times before she made a broken voice: "I'm fine... God bless me, good luck... It's okay, it's okay..."
Fisher suddenly pushed her away again and pulled her to look her up and down, "Are you not injured? Have you asked a doctor to check you out? Sometimes the body looks fine on the surface, but what if there is internal injury or something... After all, the plane crashed
It’s scary to look at it like that, a lot of people are..."
I can’t bear to say the rest of it.
Yang Qianyu shook her head repeatedly with tears in her eyes. Before she could answer her best friend's words, her eyes fell on the wheelchair that was slowly coming in the corridor, and her eyes, filled with crystal tears, suddenly froze.
His face was still handsome, but his expression was haggard, and his brows were filled with fatigue.
The two people's eyes met, and the deep eyes of the man in the wheelchair seemed to be filled with thousands of words, strong and affectionate.
His eyes...
Seeing Feng Moyan, Yang Qianyu looked stunned at first and her eyes were fixed. But when she realized that his eyes were different from before, her expression became even more rigid and shock flashed in her eyes.
"Feng Moyan, you..."
She couldn't help but make a sound. When Fisher heard it, she looked back and saw Feng Moyan approaching. She immediately wiped away her tears, let go of her best friend's hand, and whispered: "He has eaten a lot all the way here.
I'm suffering all because of you... It's time for you to have a good talk."
Fisher got out of the way, the wheelchair gradually approached and stopped in front of Yang Qianyu.
Feng Moyan couldn't get up and couldn't hold her like Fisher - even though he desperately longed to pull her into his arms, hold her tightly and never let go.
He thought that this woman would take the initiative to throw herself into his arms. After all, he had gone through all kinds of hardships and traveled thousands of miles to come here, and it was at this time that she was frightened and helpless.
When seeing him under such circumstances, shouldn't we cry with joy and hug him tightly?
But she seemed to be petrified.
After a while, she raised her hand in slow motion, stretched it out in front of him, and shook it...
"Feng Moyan, your eyes -" Yang Qianyu said in disbelief, making sure that the man's eyes had recovered. But before he finished speaking, the hand that was stretched out to wave in front of him was suddenly grasped by him.
.
After whispering, she was pulled over by the man.
The next second, she fell into his airtight embrace.
Like a fool, Yang Qianyu forgot how to react for a moment, so she bent over awkwardly and was held in his arms.
"Feng Moyan, you..." she said subconsciously, while struggling to stand up - it was so uncomfortable to hold her like this.
"do not move!"
But before she could push his shoulder away, the man put his other hand around her waist and exerted force. She groaned and was hugged tightly by the man.
Helpless, she could only bend her knees and lower her body, and let him hold her obediently.
Although seeing is believing, for Feng Moyan, just seeing this woman in good health was not enough.
He had to hold her tightly in his arms and feel her body temperature, her breathing, and the scent of her body to soothe the anxiety and fear in his heart.
Only then can he be sure that she is really okay, really alive, right in front of him, in his arms.
The two people's hearts are so close that they can feel each other's heartbeats and feel each other's emotional fluctuations.
Yang Qianyu was still tensed at first, but when she noticed his tight breathing and the moisture on her neck, she couldn't help but feel startled, and a huge shock swept through her body.
Feng Moyan... was he crying?
Crying because of her?
Originally, Yang Qianyu was the fragile and helpless one who needed comfort.
After all, she was the one who had just experienced the disaster of life and death in the plane crash.
But when this man hugged her tightly, she was as happy and excited as if she had lost a treasure in the world and suddenly found it, and there was a heartbreaking feeling of brokenness, as if the person who survived the disaster had become him.
Yang Qianyu's heart was in turmoil. In just a short moment, her mood changed and she took countless turns.
Finally, my heart softened, and all the past obsessions seemed to disappear in an instant.
She slowly raised her hand, first landing on the man's back, then slowly moving upward, and finally resting on the back of his neck...
She raised her arms and tightened them. In the man's iron-clad embrace, she arched her body upwards a little, then put her arms around his neck and hugged him back tightly.
Feng Moyan felt the changes in her mood and body. The handsome face on his shoulder was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with surprise, and he hugged her tighter.
"Qianqian..."
"I am here……"
After this brief conversation, the two hugged each other tighter.
For a long time, the man took a shallow breath, his voice trembled violently, and suddenly he gritted his teeth on her neck and said bitterly: "Yang Qianyu, from now on, stay by my side and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"
A domineering oath, in the past, would have only made her jump, but now, it made Yang Qianyu's heart softer.
Tears were raging crazily. She was not angry, but she smiled. Then, as if comforting children, she whispered in his ear: "Feng Moyan, how old are you and you still cry... I'll tell the triplets when I get back."
Listen, they will laugh at you."
She was deliberately sarcastic, wanting to break the fear in the man's heart and ease the overly depressing and sensational atmosphere.
Normally, Feng Moyan would have retorted when he was ridiculed like this.
But at this time, he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he replied softly: "Let them laugh... As long as you are fine..."