C126. Yang Shusheng.

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Chapter 126: Yang Shusheng

The wait for an uncertain outcome is always the hardest. They had waited from dusk until dawn, and after breakfast brought by the caretaker had been finished, the light above the operating room finally went out.

The doors opened, and the surgeon emerged, looking exhausted but with a hint of relief in his smile as he removed his mask.

“The surgery was a success. However, whether the patient will be able to stand again will depend on her recovery. Keep her spirits up; a positive mindset will do wonders for her healing.”

Grandma Wu was too overwhelmed to speak, so Song Yimo thanked the doctor profusely.

The doctor’s attitude was cordial; with the patient receiving special attention from the hospital director, he wasn’t about to risk offending anyone, regardless of status.

Song Yimo understood the unspoken undertones, but Grandma Wu was simply grateful, treating the doctor like a benefactor. Song Yimo chose not to dispel her illusions.

Together with the doctor, they transferred Wu Ting to the intensive care unit. Stifling a yawn, Song Yimo led Grandma Wu to a nearby chair. “You stayed up all night, Grandma. Wu Ting won’t wake up for a while. You should rest now—without sleep, you won’t have the strength to care for her. I’ll stay and watch over things.”

Grandma Wu knew she was right, but…

“You and your brother have been busy all night, just like me. How can I let you stay up? You sleep first. I’ll take over after you’ve rested.”

Of course, Song Yimo wouldn’t let the elderly woman stay awake while she herself slept. They gently argued back and forth, with neither willing to let the other give up.

Zhai Muyang watched, amused. “I hired a nurse to help, and she’ll be here shortly. Grandma Wu, you can rest here, and Yimo and I will stay nearby. Someone will bring lunch for you, and we’ll return a little later.”

With Song Yimo, Grandma Wu could be informal. But to this distinguished man, she hardly dared speak a word, feeling an instinctual deference—a mix of awe and wariness that often marks the line between family and outsiders.

At his suggestion, she promptly agreed.

Soon, the nurse arrived, freeing Song Yimo from the antiseptic-scented hospital atmosphere.

Squinting up at the brilliant sunlight, she sighed. “Last night I was home, and now here I am, soaking in the capital’s morning sun.”

Zhai Muyang chuckled. “Does it feel any different?”

“Just as hot,” she replied, then looked thoughtful. “I should’ve thought more about it yesterday. We could’ve brought Grandma and Miaomiao with us to B City.”

“If they came now, you wouldn’t have time to show them around. It’s fine; once Wu Ting’s past the critical stage, I’ll arrange for them to fly up here. We can meet them at the airport.”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s perfect. Let’s do that!”

He patted her head and led her toward a waiting black car.

A man by the car door opened the back seat, nodding to Zhai Muyang. “Boss, everything’s set up.”

With a slight nod, Zhai Muyang gestured for her to get in.

Curious, Song Yimo glanced at the tall, rugged-looking man before obediently climbing into the car.

As they pulled away from the hospital, two cars followed closely behind.

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