Leng Sichen steadied her shoulders and squeezed her hands tightly.
After a while, doctors began to emerge one by one.
"Doctor, how is he?" Lina rushed up from behind, her face etched with anxiety.
Xia Yuxun also waited nervously for the doctor's reply.
The lead surgeon approached them, removed his mask, and with a weary but smiling face said, "The surgery went very well, the patient is temporarily out of danger. Although there were several moments when it looked like he might not make it, the patient's will to live was very strong, and thankfully we pulled through!"
"Thank you! Thank you, doctor! Thank you..." Lina cried, her face awash with tears.
Xia Yuxun's rigid body suddenly relaxed, and it was only at that moment that the great weight on her heart finally lifted. She hurried to look at Nangong Lin, who was being wheeled out.
Seeing Nangong Lin's unconscious face gave her an unprecedented sense of solidity.
