The atmosphere of the hospital always makes people feel uncomfortable. The pungent formalin smell spreads slowly in the air, just like the mist in the cemetery in the early morning. The sticky moisture sticks lazily to the skin and cannot be shaken off no matter how hard it is. The over-disinfected breath stirs in the large areas of white, giving people the illusion that bacteria seem to be everywhere, and panic and uneasiness in the heart begin to breed slowly; even the worry and sadness in the expressions of medical staff are amplified under the bright light, affecting every sensitive nerve.

After the taxi stopped, Lance paid the cash, he opened the car door and looked at the brightly lit hospital in front of him. There were bustling reporters gathered at the door. Looking roughly, there were at least two or thirty people, and the scene was very lively. The ambulance parked next to him did not turn off the flashing lights, and the red and blue light flashed frequently in the quiet night, restless.

In the early morning, New York has a completely different scene from Los Angeles.

Lance couldn't help but shivered, and then walked forward quickly. The reporters caught his figure. Even though these were sports reporters, they flocked to him at the first time. "Lance, how is Gao Wen's current situation?" "How is Gao Wen's current condition?" "Is there something serious about you when you arrived in New York in person?"... The question was like a sharp dagger, stabbing towards Lance fiercely, but Lance was not panicked. He just lowered his head and walked quickly through the reporter's encirclement and entered the hospital. The footsteps of those reporters were all at the entrance.

When he walked into the first floor lobby, Lance saw a group of professionals in suits and ties, as well as several middle-aged men wearing Green Bay Packers' sports pullovers. In the crowd, he saw Gao Wen's agent. Lance paused slightly, then walked towards them, greeted them slowly, and asked about the basic situation.

It was not until Gao Wen's agent reminded that "Theo and Ian are on the fourth floor, where only the family members are allowed to stay." Lance realized that he seemed to be staying here for a long time.

After nodding, Lance took two steps forward, saw the elevator not far away, then paused, pushed open the safety stairs next to him, and stepped on the steps to the fourth floor. Even though he slowed down, the fourth floor still appeared in front of him quickly. He grabbed the handle of the safety door with his right hand, and his palm couldn't help but tighten his hand into a fist. He was thinking, if he had been slower, would the news come from the slower; if he had been delayed in other places for a longer time, would it be if Gao Wen might have left the operating room a little bigger... Then he pulled it hard, and the cold air swept over and he stepped out of the steps under his feet.

"Da, da, da", footsteps echoed in the corridor, the quietness was really unbearable, and then Theo and Ian entered their sight.

Ian leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, his head pressed against the wall, his eyes closed, and his brows were locked together, as if he was resting, but even during the rest, the panic and embarrassment of panic and embarrassment could not be concealed; Theo sat next to him, unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his shirt, and supported his temple with his right hand. There was a thin shadow on his cold face. This scene awakened the bad memories in his mind.

He doesn't like hospitals.

"Theo." Lance cleared his throat and shouted. Ian suddenly stood up directly, then looked around in panic, looking for the source of the sound. Theo then stood up immediately. Ian glanced twice, then his eyes fell on Lance, walked over quickly, gave Lance a big hug, and slapped Lance's back with both hands.

Theo also walked over, but his footsteps stopped two steps in front of Lance, "Is the flight still going well?" Theo's voice was a little hoarse, and some blood could be seen in his eyes.

Lance nodded and responded, but Ian still didn't let go. He raised his hand and patted Ian on the shoulder, "Ian, I'm fine." Ian then let go of his hands, took a step back, and looked at Lance carefully. Compared to him and Theo, Lance didn't look embarrassed at all, except for some fatigue caused by the long-distance flight, there was no problem.

"Gaowen is still in the operation..." Ian explained, "The doctor said it would take at least ten hours, so..." There were so many situations to say, but at this time Ian found that his head was blank and he couldn't say anything, so he could only breathe a long sigh, "Percy needs to make a call, I heard that you had a meeting with... uh, Barry Mayer this afternoon, but you didn't attend... Later, Emma called back and said you were coming to New York, but the company was still in chaos..."

"It's okay, don't worry about those situations." Lance waved his hand and said lightly. He looked at the tired Theo and Ian, "Do you need to go to the hotel to wash and rest? I'll be fine here. I'll notify you as soon as possible if there is any situation."

"No need." Ian scratched his head, but before he could continue speaking, he patted Lance on the shoulder and went forward to meet him. Lance turned around and saw a doctor wearing a sterilized surgical gown coming over. He took off his mask and walked in front of Theo and Ian. "Gao Wen is still in the operation. The good news is that the bleeding is not serious and everything is under control; however... During the operation, we found that he still had some old injuries from the past, which should have been caused by the collision during the previous exercise. The micro blood vessels that transported proteins were broken and could not transport proteins, so plaques formed. The doctor is now considering solutions. But, but! Don't worry, the situation is not serious. We are doing our best. I hope you can wait patiently."

"So, you mean, the operation time needs to be longer." Neither Ian nor Theo responded, so Lance asked.

The doctor nodded with embarrassment, "But we are doing our best. I, uh... it's better to go back to the operating room. If there is any situation, I will come out to inform you as soon as possible." After pausing for a moment, the doctor turned to look at Lance, looking at this strange and familiar face, "Believe me, the one who has surgery for Gao Wen is one of the best doctors in the United States." After that, the doctor thought about it, and seemed to have nothing to add, and then turned and left.

Neither Theo nor Ian made a statement, Lance said, "You probably haven't had dinner yet. I'll buy some things and buy two packs of cigarettes by the way. Do you have anything to do?" It seemed as if the doctor just now had no burden at all.

Theo shook his head, Lance responded, then turned and left.

He stopped walking along the stairwell and tried to find cigarettes or rainbow candy from his pocket, but his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists hard, and tried to calm his fingertips, but in vain. His hands kept fumbled in the pockets of his chest and pants, once, twice, three times... Then he remembered that in order to attend the meeting today, he had nothing in his pocket. This made him panic in an instant, like an ant on a hot pan, constantly circling in circles, the roar was almost about to break through his throat, but he suppressed it, then walked downstairs quickly and rushed directly to the outdoors. The cold air hit him, and then he started breathing again, gulping big.

In a blink of an eye, he calmed down again, as if nothing had happened just now.

He first went to the vending machine to buy a pack of cigarettes. After standing in the wind and smoking two, he walked to McDonald's across the street, bought a lot of food, and then smoked a cigarette outside, and then returned to the hospital.

The food was placed on the table, but Theo and Ian did not eat it. Instead, they asked Lance for a cigarette and went to the stairwell. Lance sat in place, quietly watching the food becoming cold. After Theo came back from smoking, he sat down next to Lance, without saying anything, just sitting quietly.

The passage of time seems to have lost its meaning. The change of time is not felt at all in the hospital. It seems that it has been at midnight forever, and it seems that a century has passed. But even so, when the doctor appeared in front of him for countless times, the three of them immediately stood up, and then they saw the faint smile on the doctor's face, "The operation has been over, everything goes very smoothly. We not only eliminated the blood clots, but also eliminated other hidden dangers. The operation was very successful."

All this seemed a bit unreal. After a long wait, it seemed that everything was covered with a mist, making people unable to see the true face. "So, you mean, Gowen is fine in the future." Theo's voice was stained with a thin layer of tremor, making this sense of unreality more obvious.

"Yes. Of course, if he wants to return to the field, his next rehabilitation training will require 200% sweat." The doctor said with a smile.

"Uh, we, can we go in and see him now?" Theo said hesitantly.

"Of course. However, he is still in anesthesia, so he will not wake up for the time being. After the anesthesia subsides, he will slowly wake up, which will take a process. But yes, you can go in and see him." The doctor's voice seemed to come from the edge of the sky, and the empty echo sounded not real at all, and it was more like a sound coming from a dream.

"Lance, Lance..." Theo's voice pulled Lance closer to reality from the illusion, "Let's go to the ward now, let's go."
Chapter completed!