Mrs. Gui hurriedly supported her: "Young madam, young madam? Are you alright?"
Su Xingyu bent over in pain, speaking intermittently, "I... I'm alright."
Mrs. Gui wasn't reassured. Having been making brown sugar water for her these past few days, she roughly understood why Su Xingyu was in such pain: "Why don't you go and rest first? Madam is already out of surgery, and I can take care of her."
Su Xingyu, truly unable to endure the pain anymore, nodded.
Mrs. Gui helped her out of the hospital and didn't return until she got Su Xingyu into the car, then she stayed in the VIP single room to watch over Du Shuxian.
Du Shuxian's anesthesia from surgery hadn't worn off, combined with the craniotomy being a major surgery; she had been sleeping for a long time without waking.
In the latter part of the night, the door to the VIP room was pushed open. Mrs. Gui looked up to see Lu Shifeng, dust-laden in a suit, walking in, accompanied by a woman in a refined suit, Miss Zhuang.
