He Is Simba, Mufasa's Son!

Mian smiled, the corners of her eyes raising slightly. "Throw all the doubts from your mind, be positive and remember failure is not an option. We are doctors, saving lives is our main duty."

Everyone nodded their heads energetically, as if Mian's words pushed a motivating injection into their systems. Well, except for one, Feng Jichen, whose face became as dark as the bottom of an old pot.

He already started counting down to see the pale version of Mian's sanguine face, when the surgery failed.

Actually whatever happens, it happens for good.

If they didn't perform the second surgery, the hospital would be burnt down, together with all the surgeons who were present in the emergency one; which risked his life as well.

Now that, Mian was leading a second surgery, and he wouldn't be present in it, wasn't the outcome safe for him?!

When the little fella bit the dust, you would be ruined, Dr. Mian!

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"Lihua, are you sure you want to do this?'' asked Yu Ying, Jing Lihua's best friend. They were tucked into opposite ends of a red compy little couch, waiting for a famous tattoo artist.

Jing Lihua gave an abrupt tweak of her head at Yu Ying's direction, and glared at her aggressively for about two seconds; then plucked out a cigarette from her vintage pattern fine leather cigarette case. The flicker of the lighter illuminated her face for a second, before it became barely distinguishable in the dimly-lit room.

"Do you think I will ever joke about something related to Yuhaan Gege?" Jing Lihua's pupils shrank and she malformed her expression, as she questioned.

Yu Ying's heart shook, a familiar sense of angst spread throughout her. She inched back towards the edge of the couch as discreetly as possible. Jing Lihua was an exemplar of the wicked witch of the west; fully acquainted with the fact, it would have been actually anomalous for Yu Ying not to be in blue funk.

"N-no. I mean, you already have ten name and three portrait tattoos of Young Master Mu. Why do you want to tattoo his portrait over his portrait-tattoo again?" Yu Ying shed light on her statement quickly, but it was impossible to hide the slight quaver in her voice.

Jing Lihua sensed her friend's terror and panic. She gave her shoulder-length curls a slight jiggle, blew out a ring of smoke, narrowing her foxy eyes.

"Because I think that I haven't had enough of it yet. If not for the fact that I will lose my feminine side, I would have tattooed my whole body with Yuhaan Gege's name. However, I can tattoo his name and portrait over the previous ones as many times as I want!" Jing Lihua replied, as she stared at her wrist with obsession in her eyes, where Mu Yuhaan's name was written in Chinese characters.

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"He is Simba, Mufasa's son! Who can take him away from his father? Eat something, you are crying for nothing." Qian Juexi comforted his sobbing wife, Su Meilin, who had been crying since yesterday without even eating a grain.

"If anything happens to my son, I will die!" Su Meilin was bawling with heart wrenching sobs, sitting on a chair.

A nurse came over with every intention to lambast Su Meilin as her loud fit of crying was risking the safety of many patients, however, recognizing her man beside her, she retreated quietly.

Su Meilin suddenly stopped crying, and looked up at her husband with red eyes, she shuttered in between her sobs, "Our son will be okay, won't he? He will call me mommy, play with me, and throw tantrums again, won't he? Those surgeons must have misconstrued the medical reports! It had to be a five percent risk, and 95% survival chance, right?!" She exhorted Qian Juexi to answer her questions with exigency in her voice; as she grabbed his hand with both of her hands.

At that moment, Mian along with three more surgeons and two nurses were heading towards the OT in blue surgical uniform. She glanced at the couple's direction on her way to the OT. Nonetheless, without stopping, she continued to walk, as this was an everyday thing to her.

Mian always reminded herself, consoling the patient's family wasn't her job, her job was to return their beloved to them. However, the honest truth was, a wounded part of her was apprehensive of seeing the pain stricken faces.

Despite being accustomed to this type of scenario in her everyday life, every time Mian saw it, the familiar pain of losing her brother resurfaced again with suffocating pain.

Mian was completely traumatized after her elder brother's death, it knocked the stuffing out of her. At that moment, she felt her whole universe crumbled on her. It had been years already, but she still mourned the loss of him.

Since then, Mian promised to herself that nobody would die in her hands! It was her motto.

Just as Mian and her team were about to walk past them, Qian Juexi suddenly stood up blocking their way. It wasn't like he was previously unencountered with this group of people.

The gentleness which had been there on his face a second ago, while comforting his sobbing wife, completely vanished. Instantly it was replaced with a dark face. There were hideous dark circles under his eyes which implied that he hadn't slept last night. His shirt was wrinkled, hair was messy, which made him look very scary.

Qian Juexi's gaze wandered over Mian's face, as she was the new face added to the familiar team, before threatening, "Remember doctors, if anything bad happens to my son, I will burn down the entire hospital, also forget seeing the faces of your family members ever again!" His murderous voice was carried on the corridor, resounding twice.

The man was literally shaking with anger, as he glared at the sergeons with his bloodshot eyes. His face was neither charming nor bland with mediocre hewn features, medium dark eyes and brown hair. However, his body was hunky all over.

Mian furrowed her eyebrows slightly, one thing she couldn't stand was the rich people's unreasonable attitudes. It pricked her skin like needles!

There were places, little more tolerance would go a long way. However this was not the thing to tolerate! It had to be changed!

"What is your name again?" Mian asked like a bolt from the blue; the feeling of indignation fluttering through her.

Qian Juexi, "...."

Su Meilin, "...."