Feng Tianyou's brow tightened anxiously as he quickly signed the operation consent form.
"Doctor, please do your best. I will have my father's primary doctor come here immediately."
"Alright, we will certainly do our utmost."
After the doctor left, Feng Tianyou took out his mobile phone, dialed another number and said, "Dr. Du, come to the Second Hospital of Ning City immediately. My father has severe gastric bleeding."
"How can it be so serious? Wasn't he supposed to rest well? I will be right there."
Dr. Du has been Feng Jinghan's doctor for many years, and is most familiar with his physical condition.
How could his stomach endure any further distress?
If there's another bout of gastric bleeding and if it's severe, they might need to remove his entire stomach.
Su Ningyan couldn't help but squeeze Feng Tianyou's hand, feeling a sense of guilt, "Brother Feng, did he drink so much because of me?"
