novelaction Chapter 531 We must protect Ali first.
Chapter 531 We must protect Ali first.
"Han Xi!"
Sheng Qianrui lay on the ground, watching his resolute back, and cried out in anguish, "You can't do this to me! You can't do this to Shengshi Group!"
Han Xi didn't hesitate for a moment, opened the door, and went out.
The moment the door closed, Sheng Qianrui finally burst into tears.
She lay on the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The pain in her wrists and the despair in her heart were intertwined, almost driving her to the brink of collapse.
She couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.
She just wanted to be with the person she loved and wanted the woman who took everything from her to disappear. Was that wrong?
Why was she the one who ultimately suffered a crushing defeat?!
The moonlight shone through the windowpane, falling on her tear-streaked face and illuminating the resentment and bitterness deep in her eyes.
The ward gradually quieted down, leaving only her suppressed sobs and the endless pain emanating from her wrist.
As Han Xi's footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, each step carrying a heavy sense of resolve.
His face was expressionless, except for his clenched fists, his knuckles white from the force, betraying his inner turmoil.
He walked to the operating room door and saw Xu Fangye and Deng Xiulin still waiting there, their faces very serious.
"How is it inside?" he asked, his voice still hoarse.
Xu Fangye shook his head: "There's still no news."
Han Xi nodded and said nothing more, just stood against the wall, his eyes fixed on the closed door of the operating room.
There, his whole world is.
He can't lose her.
Absolutely not.
The operating room lights were still on, and the air in the corridor seemed to have frozen into ice.
Han Xi leaned against the wall, his fingertips unconsciously stroking Fang Li's phone.
This was given to him by Xu Fangye. The screen was already broken, but it was still stubbornly lit. The lock screen wallpaper was a photo they had taken together before. In the photo, Fang Li was smiling with her eyes crinkled, leaning on his shoulder.
Han Xi's dark eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at Fang Li's face, then he forcefully slammed the lock screen shut.
At that moment, the operating room door slowly opened, and everyone thought it was over, but unexpectedly, a nurse came out the next moment.
The nurse nodded nervously to the group, then quickly ran to the other side of the corridor.
The nerves of the group were on edge.
Not long after, the nurse who had left returned, pushing the instruments quickly into the operating room. The clattering sound of the instrument trays colliding was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.
Han Xi's gaze followed the nurse's figure until he was sure the doctor hadn't come out, then he slowly lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing silently.
Xu Fangye sat on a bench, an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
As the president of the Xu Group, this was the first time he had felt so helpless and resigned.
Despite their childhood fights and constant bickering, Xu Fangli was his sister, and no one understood her importance in his heart.
Xu Fangye silently stroked the cigarette, his gaze occasionally falling on the operating room door, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
He recalled Fang Li's pale face when Song Yuchen dragged her away, and her reddened eyes when she winked at him on the rooftop. His heart felt like it was being repeatedly pounded by a blunt instrument, a dull ache throbbing within him.
Han Xi entrusted her to him, and it was because he, as her older brother, failed to protect her properly, which led to this accident.
The long, quiet corridor remained silent for about half an hour.
"Squeak-"
The operating room door finally opened again.
The group looked up instinctively, and this time it wasn't a nurse who came out, but Dean Zhou in surgical scrubs.
Dean Zhou took off his mask, revealing a tired but somewhat relaxed face.
His white coat was stained with bloodstains, and beads of sweat slid down his temples, glistening under the light.
"Dean Zhou!"
Han Xi and Xu Fangye rushed over almost simultaneously, their voices trembling uncontrollably.
Dean Zhou raised his hand to signal them to calm down, his voice hoarse from the long surgery: "Don't worry, Miss Fang is fine for now."
He paused, took a breath, and continued, "She suffered a lot this time. She was extremely frightened and lost too much blood. When she was taken to the operating room, she was already showing signs of miscarriage, and the placenta was detaching. Her condition was very dangerous."
Han Xi's hand clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white as if they were about to crack.
"But it's good."
Dean Zhou changed the subject, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, "Ms. Fang and her child have a very strong will to live. We gave her medication to suppress uterine contractions and also transfused blood, so her condition is currently stable."
Looking at their tense faces, he added, "But don't be too happy yet. This is only a temporary stabilization. The next 48 hours are crucial. After she wakes up, you must keep her emotionally stable and absolutely avoid any further stimulation. She must rest in bed. Whether we can save the baby depends on her subsequent recovery."
Xu Fangye let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. He raised his hand and patted Dean Zhou on the shoulder: "Thank you, Dean Zhou, you've worked hard."
Han Xi stared intently at Dean Zhou, his eyes filled with an almost obsessive seriousness: "Dean Zhou, I have only one request."
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness, "If... I mean if, anything unexpected happens, you must save Ali first. As for the child..."
Something dark seemed to sink into his eyes, and he sighed almost inaudibly, "Let it be."
Dean Zhou paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Mr. Han, rest assured, we are doctors, saving lives is our top priority. We will do our best for both Ms. Xu and the child in her womb."
"Thank you."
"I'll go check again and let you know if anything happens." Dean Zhou nodded slightly to Han Xi and then turned and went into the operating room.
The operating room door closed again, and Han Xi leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.
When Dean Zhou said that "the child has a strong will to survive," his heart skipped a beat, but was immediately overwhelmed by a deeper fear.
He dared not ask for too much; as long as Ali was safe, he would give up everything else.
Xu Fangye handed him a bottle of water. Han Xi took it but didn't drink it. He just held it tightly in his hand, and the cold touch cleared his chaotic thoughts a little.
"How's the situation with Mamba going?"
Xu Fangye broke the silence, his voice low.
Han Xi opened his eyes, a cold glint in them: "It's almost done. There was a little trouble when we negotiated with the local military government at the end, but it's been resolved."
Xu Fangye paused, then mentioned another name, "What are you planning to do about Han Shuo?"