"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Yun. You can leave the rest to us," said Cao Shanglin, breathing a sigh of relief. At least the surgery was a success; now it was a matter of whether there would be any rejection reaction.
"We still cannot relax; if there are any adverse reactions, remember to notify me immediately."
The surgery was indeed a success, but they still could not let their guard down.
"Alright, I'll stay on watch," responded Cao Shanglin as someone wheeled Ji Xian out.
As soon as the operation room doors opened, everyone saw a bed being wheeled out and crowded around.
"How is my father? Was the surgery successful?" Ji Maoming observed Ji Xian's face on the bed, noticing his pallor and very weak breathing.
Ji Ling clenched her fists in nervousness.
The old man really had a strong life; he didn't die after all!
