Chapter 347: Did the Operation Go Smoothly?
Chapter 347: Did the Operation Go Smoothly?
Zhao Qianrong sits in her wheelchair outside the operating room, watching carefully and seriously, ready to guide Zhao Ru if any problems arise.
Then An Ran suddenly notices one of the men surrounding Little Mint and holding the lights—it’s someone she recognizes very clearly. She keeps staring at him until she finally realizes who it is: Liang Ziyu!
Realizing this, An Ran stands up and looks closely at Liang Ziyu’s face. He catches her gaze, winks, and smiles.
He’s always been like that. When he doesn’t smile, he seems cynical. But when he does, he gives off a lazy, carefree vibe.
An Ran’s heart lifts. She hugs Doll tightly, clenches her fist around a flower seed, and grits her teeth. If Zhao Ru harms Little Mint, she’ll make everyone in that operating room become fertilizer for her flowers.
Zhao Qianrong, still in her wheelchair, shifts her gaze from Little Mint to An Ran. Seeing An Ran’s nervousness and seriousness, she smiles knowingly and says, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen. Aju’s surgical skills are very good. This is just a small operation, though a bit troublesome.”
As a doctor, Zhao Qianrong considers every aspect of the patient. She knows Little Mint has low platelets, which makes the operation risky—but she doesn’t say Little Mint will definitely face complications. She assumes An Ran’s anxiety is simply concern over whether the surgery will go smoothly.
About an hour later, under Zhao Qianrong’s guidance, Zhao Ru finishes treating Little Mint and gives her several injections. The entire operation is over. The men holding the lights remain serious throughout.
When Zhao Ru carefully lifts Little Mint, places her on the surgical trolley, and pushes her out of the operating room toward An Ran, An Ran finally breathes a sigh of relief.
Holding Doll, she looks at Little Mint lying on the bed, her face pale as paper. Then she glances at Zhao Ru, feeling some gratitude, and asks, “Is she okay? Did the operation go smoothly?”
Zhao Ru removes her mask, nods, and smiles gently. “Yes, the little girl is very tenacious. But because of the heavy blood loss, she’ll need to be supplemented.”
“Supplemented, supplemented,” An Ran repeats, nodding vigorously. In a postnatal recovery like this, it’s definitely necessary.
How to supplement? An Ran doesn’t know. In this apocalypse, she herself never has a proper confinement period after birth. But at least for Little Mint, she can prepare some hot meals and soups.
Then An Ran asks again, “Did Little Mint have a miscarriage?”
“No. That wasn’t a fetus. It was a chocolate cyst,” Zhao Ru frowns. “I’m using professional terms you might not understand, but this kind of chocolate cyst is very stubborn. It’s puzzling why it detached on its own.”
(Translator’s Notes: A chocolate cyst is a type of ovarian cyst filled with old, dark, thick blood. It’s medically called an endometrioma and is associated with endometriosis, a condition where tissue similar to the lining inside the uterus grows outside the uterus.)
Zhao Ru sighs in relief and tells An Ran, “Fortunately, you found it in time.”
As they speak, Liang Ziyu and the others finish holding the lights for Little Mint, push her into the ward, then return outside to join Zhan Lian, Luo Feifan, and Yun Tao in fighting the zombies.