The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 2180 Entering the Operating Room Again

Lu Zhenzhen disagreed, "Why are you keeping watch all night? I..."

"Don't argue with me. I've been with Lao Lu for my whole life. I've seen everything he looks like. I can't let the nurse do everything for me. Even though he's lying there, it doesn't mean he's unconscious. He's been very proud of himself all his life. Now he's at this age, I have to protect his face. Listen to me, you and Ah Zhe go back, have a good rest tonight, and come back to take my place tomorrow."

Lu Zhenzhen looked half embarrassed; she hadn't thought it through so thoughtfully.

Gao Zhe put down his chopsticks and gently held Lu Zhenzhen's hand, "Listen to mom. You've been running back and forth between the hospital, home and the hospital these past two days. If you keep going, dad's condition will get better. When he wakes up and sees you collapsed, he'll feel so bad."

"Azhe is right. It doesn't take one night to show your filial piety. It's better to go back to the company in the afternoon. I'm in the hospital. Don't worry."

They chatted with each other and didn't give Lu Zhenzhen a chance to interrupt.

"Okay, I'll be back later."

Mother Lu said, "That's right. Have a good rest and come back when you're fully rested. Don't worry about me. The accompanying bed is quite wide and I can sleep well with it."

Lu Zhenzhen really didn't know what to say to them. There was no point in being stubborn, so she might as well take a step back.

In the afternoon, Mr. Lu woke up once, but not completely. He was convulsing in pain and was rushed into the operating room.

But after the doctor came out, Lu Zhenzhen did not go forward immediately. She saw the doctor shaking his head from a distance. Her legs went limp and all the strength in her body was instantly drained away.

If Nan Jiaojiao hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

After hearing the news, Gao Zhe ran back to tell Lu Zhenzhen, then picked her up and carried her sideways. Instead of returning to the ward, he found a rest area with few people, got her a cup of hot water, fed her a few sips, and waited for her to recover.

Fortunately, Lu's mother didn't come with him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take care of everything.

However, Father Lu was pushed back to the ward, and Mother Lu was alone there. Fearing that she could not hold on, Gao Zhe asked Nan Jiaojiao to go back and look after her. Nan Jiaojiao went back in a hurry and knocked on the door, thinking it would be a nurse, but it turned out to be Mother Lu who opened the door.

"Mother Lu?" Nan Jiaojiao looked at her face and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing bad."

Mother Lu welcomed her in, walked slowly and lightly to the bedside. There was a basin of water at the bedside and a towel in Mother Lu's hand. She soaked it in water and wrung it dry. Even though there was a nurse there, she still wiped Father Lu's hands herself.

"I've long thought that this day would come. At his age, it's not surprising to have some illnesses and pains. It's just that Old Lu is more unlucky than me. If he can get through this and take good care of himself in the future, even if he can't recover to his former self, he shouldn't have any problem taking care of himself."

Mother Lu took Father Lu's hand out, pressed it gently on the quilt, and spread out his fingers to rub them carefully one by one.

He raised his head and smiled at Nan Jiaojiao, "I'm already sad enough. Now that it has happened, I have to face it calmly. If I can't hold on, what about Zhenzhen?"

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned.

She did not understand the feeling of growing old together, and naturally could not empathize with the love between family members who still supported each other in old age. She just felt that these words were very heavy and she felt bad.

His mouth was dry, and he seemed unable to speak. After a long while, he stammered, "Dad Lu will get better."

Mother Lu smiled gently, "I believe it."

She lowered her head, put her hand on Father Lu's wrist, and wiped a line of towel on his palm.

No one noticed the coldness in her eyes.