Doctors rushed in, and Mrs. Shi was once again urgently taken into the operating room. This surgery lasted eight hours. When the doctor emerged, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he wore a look of defeat. He looked at Shi Che and said solemnly, "Young Master Shi, I'm very sorry. I have done all I could. Now, in the next twenty-four hours, it's all up to the old lady's will to live."
Shi Che's face registered no expression, but his body suddenly trembled. He opened his mouth but emitted no sound.
Xiao Zhao quickly spoke up for Shi Che, "Okay, we understand. Thank you, Doctor."
After the doctor walked away, Shi Che remained rooted to the spot. The light from above cast his shadow long and oblique—a picture of dead stillness.
Xiao Zhao glanced back at him, and his heart ached. No one had expected such an outcome. Shi Che hadn't intended to upset Mrs. Shi; he just wanted to express his feelings, his sincere intentions, but now...
