Outside the operating room, Lin Chunju waited anxiously.
Yue Qingqing stayed by her side, watching her grandmother pace back and forth.
It was the first time she had seen her grandmother so agitated.
Life and death matters are of the utmost importance.
Perhaps at their age, only such matters truly feel unavoidable.
Lin Chunju reminisced about her childhood.
One thing after another.
She talked incessantly, not like she was telling her granddaughter, but rather like she was talking to herself.
As if these words wouldn't come out if she delayed any longer.
Finally, the light above the operating room changed colors.
The masked nurse emerged from inside.
Their expression was unreadable.
Lin Chunju didn't dare to step forward right away, it was Yue Qingqing who went over.
"How is it?"
The nurse smiled with her eyes crinkling, "The surgery was very successful, Dr. Yan has removed the tumor."
Amazing.
