"Mmm, mmm, yes, yes, yes, yes, you're good-looking, whatever you say is right." Meng Jingwei 'strongly cooperated'.
Bang—
The operating room lights suddenly went out, and the door slowly opened, revealing several doctors in white coats.
The three of them immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation.
The Black doctor took off his mask, smiled, revealing several pearly white teeth, making his dark skin appear even darker. "The surgery was successful, and the patient is in good condition. You don't have to worry."
All three understood English, so communication was naturally smooth.
"Thank you for your hard work." Qing Muye's attitude was friendly.
"Oh, no. The patient has very strong willpower; they didn't even let us use anesthesia." The Black doctor raised his thumb. "Very impressive."
They all smiled without saying anything further.
Afterward, a nurse pushed out the hospital bed. Lu Yanming lay on the bed, looking at the three people standing at the door, and quipped, "I'm not dead, why do you all have such expressions?"
"You're lucky you're not dead. If you were dead, it would just be me watching you two flaunt your love. Even if I wasn't dead, I'd be blinded by the glare from you two."
Shen Liannuo rolled her eyes at a couple next to her, complaining fiercely.
Lu Yanming was amused. He quickly covered his wound, pulled his pale lips into a weak smile, and said, "Don't make me laugh, it hurts."
"Hahaha, your friend is really humorous."
The Black doctor suddenly blurted out some broken Mandarin.
The few of them looked at the Black doctor in surprise. He smiled and said, "I studied in your China before."
"Your Mandarin is quite good," Meng Jingwei praised.
After a few more pleasantries, they took Lu Yanming to the ward for an IV drip.
Shen Liannuo stood by the bedside, looking at Lu Yanming, and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, I didn't realize you were so tough, not even using anesthesia for surgery. I salute you, man."
"That's for sure," Lu Yanming replied, raising an eyebrow proudly.
Although his face was pale and haggard, his condition was very good.
Qing Muye, sitting on the sofa, said, "He is indeed tough. There are very few people in the country who are allergic to anesthesia."
"Ah? Allergic?" Shen Liannuo paused, then threw her head back and burst into laughter. "So that's why he didn't use anesthesia! It turns out he's allergic to anesthesia, hahahaha..."
Meng Jingwei was surprised. "Really?"
"Back when Yanming had his wisdom tooth extracted, he was given local anesthesia and almost died on the operating table," Qing Muye said.
Lu Yanming's face darkened, and he glared at Qing Muye. "You can't just spill secrets like that."
"This is hilarious! I thought you looked so refined, but you're actually a tough guy. Turns out you're allergic to anesthesia," Shen Liannuo shook her head. "You must be careful not to get injured in the future. If you need major surgery, you'll be in trouble."
Despite the teasing and banter, they genuinely felt sorry for Lu Yanming's predicament.
The few of them stayed with Lu Yanming and chatted for a while. Qing Muye then said, "A'wei, you and Liannuo should go rest. Tomorrow morning, you'll return to China with Yanming."
It wasn't safe abroad, especially not on his turf; he couldn't guarantee their safety if anything happened.
Especially since Lu Yanming was injured and needed to recover.
"You're not coming back?" Meng Jingwei understood Qing Muye's meaning.
He nodded in affirmation. "I still have matters to attend to and can't return for the time being."
"I'll stay with you."
Meng Jingwei held his hand, her gaze resolute.
"Absolutely not!"
Qing Muye refused outright.
His gaze, usually filled with tender affection for her, was now tinged with a certain coldness and seriousness.
Lu Yanming seemed to understand something. He leaned against the headboard and said weakly, "Jingwei, staying in Country C will only make Muye worry about you more. It's better if you return to China with me first, so he can focus entirely on handling his own affairs."