When Meng Xi'er came out of the operating room, it was already evening.
Lady Lu couldn't hold on any longer, she had gone down to the restaurant to eat a few bites of food when Lu Qingchuan called her to tell her that Meng Xi'er was out.
So she quickly put down her chopsticks and hurried over. By that time, Meng Xi'er had been moved to the ward, and because she was still unconscious, visitors were not allowed.
"Once the anesthesia wears off, she will wake up." Lu Qingchuan said, he hadn't eaten all day, coupled with great emotional swings, he was looking a bit exhausted at the moment.
Lady Lu let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Lu Qingchuan's bruised face and expressed her concern, "Qingchuan, do you want to apply some medicine? You can't allow your face to be disfigured."
Lu Qingchuan glanced at his face in the glass, the swollen parts had already gone down, he was young, and in good shape, so his injuries were healing quickly.
