Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Xinyi, standing to the side, had already cried until her eyes were red and swollen, her shoulders trembling slightly. She bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound, but she couldn't stop the surging fear in her eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, her eldest brother had always been the most capable and protective person in the family. She couldn't imagine what she would do if her brother didn't make it off the operating table, or what would become of the completely ruined Shen family.

Lin Wanqing was on the verge of exhaustion, leaning against the cold wall, her fingertips were cold, and her heart was tightening.

On one side, her son's life hangs in the balance; on the other, she faces the reality of being powerless to help.

At this moment, Shen Xinyi's mind was filled with the image of Shen Jingshu, and the resentment that had been suppressed in her heart for so long was once again raging wildly.

If Shen Jingshu hadn't relentlessly pressured and cut off Shen Yifan's escape routes at every turn, the Shen family wouldn't have gone bankrupt, Yifan wouldn't have been forced into isolation and debt, and he wouldn't be in this predicament of being stabbed and on the verge of death!

In her heart, all the blame for the troubles was placed on Shen Jingshu.

The corridor was deathly silent, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second an agonizing torment.

Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

After taking over the situation, Shen Yifei quickly reviewed the intraoperative monitoring data, blood loss, and organ damage reports, and his brows suddenly furrowed deeply.

The department head, who was originally scheduled to perform the surgery, was sweating profusely and urgently reported in a low voice: "Dr. Shen, the patient has a penetrating abdominal wound, a deep incision, and has lost a lot of blood. His blood pressure was consistently unstable during the operation, and he just suffered a sudden massive hemorrhage with a ruptured blood vessel. His condition is extremely dangerous! We've done everything we can to stop the bleeding, but we can't control it!"

"Heart rate has plummeted; he could go into shock and cardiac arrest at any moment!"

All the medical staff were so nervous that their palms were sweating.

Shen Yifei's eyes were sharp and steady, devoid of all personal emotions, leaving only the calmness and decisiveness of a doctor.

"Hemostats! Negative pressure suction! Prepare for suturing and repair!"

He spoke very quickly, moved swiftly and decisively, and his hands were incredibly steady. His fingertips, honed by years of wielding a scalpel, were exceptionally precise as he rapidly probed for ruptured blood vessels among layers of flesh.

"Inject fluids, increase blood pressure, increase oxygen supply, and stabilize vital signs!"

Within a minute of stepping into the operating room, he completely took control of the situation, instantly stabilizing the chaotic surgical rhythm.

He had just returned to China and was exhausted from the journey, but he dared not relax for a moment.

Lying inside was his older brother.

Even though he had stayed away from family matters and disputes for many years, and even though he knew that Shen Yifan had acted aggressively and used utilitarian methods in recent years, he could never stand by and watch his loved ones die on the operating table when blood ties were right in front of him.

Time passed by, second by second.

The three people outside the door felt like each day was an eternity.

After an unknown amount of time, the red light on the operating room door suddenly flashed twice rapidly.

From inside came the sound of nurses' hurried footsteps and low, urgent calls, and the words "critical situation" and "secondary massive hemorrhage" could be vaguely heard.

Shen Xinyi's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the bench, tears streaming down her face. "What do we do... Can Second Brother be saved... Will Eldest Brother be alright...?"

Lin Wanqing's heart sank suddenly, her whole body turned ice cold, and she could barely stand.

Shen Mobai's face, which had been tense for many years, finally broke down. A layer of aged red appeared in his eyes as he stared intently at the closed operating room door, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The emergency resuscitation in the operating room lasted for a full four hours.

The risk of a second major hemorrhage nearly pushed everyone to the brink of despair. Blood pressure plummeted, the medical equipment alarms blared, and there was an imminent risk of cardiac arrest.

At the critical moment, Shen Yifei, relying on his top-notch clinical experience, accurately located the ruptured mesenteric blood vessels, quickly sutured and ligated them to stop the bleeding, repaired the damaged abdominal organs, stabilized the patient's vital signs, and cleaned up the blood clots and treated the infected wound.

He stood by the operating table the entire time, his hands as steady as a rock, his expression calm to the point of being cold.

Even though his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and even though the fatigue from multiple surgeries over the past few days kept surging, he did not stop for a moment.

This is his elder brother, a family member by blood. He cannot lose, nor can he afford to lose.

finally--

After the last wound was sutured and the bleeding was completely stopped, blood pressure and heart rate gradually rose and returned to a stable range.

The piercing alarm from the instruments gradually subsided, leaving only the regular, steady beeping of the monitoring system.

The chief surgeon let out a long breath and said in a low voice, "Dr. Shen, things have stabilized. The patient is out of danger for now."

Shen Yifei slowly let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders and back suddenly relaxed, and the seriousness in his eyes faded slightly, leaving only deep fatigue.

"He was transferred to the intensive care unit for observation, and his infection and internal bleeding risks were closely monitored 24 hours a day. All subsequent dressing changes and medications will be administered according to my plan."

He quickly gave all the medical instructions, took off his surgical gloves and sterile gown, and repeatedly washed his hands in the sterilization pool, but his fingertips still trembled slightly.

After giving it their all, they managed to save the person.

Meanwhile, outside the operating room.

The long wait had exhausted everyone's strength.

Shen Xinyi had already cried herself to exhaustion, her eyes red and swollen, staring blankly at the tightly closed door; Lin Wanqing's face was pale, her body swaying precariously, her heart filled with lingering fear and a frantic growing resentment towards Shen Jingshu; Shen Mobai's back was hunched, he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his former domineering arrogance vanished in the face of life and death.

Just as the group was on the verge of collapse, the red light in the operating room suddenly went out.

The door was pushed open from the inside.

Shen Yifei emerged, dressed in surgical scrubs and looking utterly exhausted, his eyes bloodshot from the ordeal.

The three of them immediately surrounded them.

"Second brother! How is it? How is Yifan?!" Lin Wanqing grabbed his arm tightly, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Shen Xinyi, choking back tears, pressed on, "Second Brother, Eldest Brother is alright, isn't he?"

Shen Mobai stared intently at him, holding his breath as he awaited an answer.

Shen Yifei nodded gently, his voice hoarse with fatigue: "The surgery was successful, his life has been saved, and he is temporarily out of danger."

The tense atmosphere at the door instantly dissipated the moment those words were spoken.

Shen Xinyi slumped into a chair, covered her face, and burst into tears, a mixture of lingering fear and relief at surviving a close call.

Lin Wanqing's legs went weak, and she almost knelt down. Her tense nerves finally relaxed, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Only Shen Mobai remained expressionless, pressing him in a deep voice, "What do you mean by 'temporary'? Are there any aftereffects?"

Having lived most of his life, he could hear the unspoken meaning in those words.

Shen Yifei paused for two seconds, then truthfully told him the worst possible outcome:

"The incision was too deep, penetrating the abdominal cavity and damaging some organs and meridians. Coupled with massive bleeding, shock, and hypoxia during the operation, although he survived, he was left with lifelong health problems."

"Your physical condition will deteriorate significantly in the future. You will not be able to overwork, get angry, or experience intense emotional fluctuations. Your spleen, stomach, and abdominal cavity will be prone to repeated inflammation, and the aftereffects will last a lifetime."

"In addition, the blood loss was too severe, and my vital energy was greatly depleted. I will need long-term rest and continuous rehabilitation for the next few years, and I will never be able to return to my previous physical condition."

Shen Yifan survived, but was left with significant aftereffects.