Song Ning nodded.
"I understand! I can see why!"
When the car arrived at the hospital, Professor Yang was indeed waiting at the entrance with a nurse beside him.
His face was haggard, his eyes rimmed red.
"Song Ning-"
Professor Yang rushed toward her the moment he saw her.
"They stopped letting my old man eat yesterday, and they wheeled him away first thing this morning! I've been... on pins and needles!"
Song Ning steadied Professor Yang with both hands. "Don't worry! Fasting prevents reactions like vomiting from the anesthetic, which could cause him to choke. He's receiving nutrients intravenously, so he'll be fine! He needed some basic examinations this morning. They're all routine preoperative checks. You don't need to worry!"
Tears streamed down Professor Yang's face.
"I'm scared! My old man has spent half his life in pain! Now he's so old, and he still has to suffer through this! I'm afraid that if he..."
"Please don't worry! We've prepared thoroughly for this operation! Elder Zhou's health was also carefully built up beforehand. Have faith in us!"
Only after Song Ning had spent some time reassuring him did Zhou Yuanhang step forward.
"Mom! Let Doctor Song go inside! She's leading the operation shortly. We shouldn't distract her!"
After finally persuading Professor Yang to leave, Song Ning headed toward the operating room.
The conference room closest to the operating room was already packed.
President Peng was there too.
When he saw Song Ning arrive, President Peng hurriedly pulled her aside.
"I couldn't stop them! We didn't notify a single person, but a whole roomful showed up bright and early! At this rate, even this conference room might not hold them all!"
Song Ning smiled. "It's fine! I won't go in, then. I'll go get ready!"
President Peng nodded. "All right,