Charlotte Thompson stood helplessly in the corridor.
Her trembling legs could no longer support her body.
Justin Battleson looked at Charlotte with heartache, initially wanting to help her sit down, but Charlotte refused his help, her gaze fixed on the red light above the emergency room.
It was unclear how much time had passed when the red light above the operating room finally went out.
Charlotte rushed forward almost without hesitation, emotionally grabbing the doctor who came out.
Seeing this, Justin reached out and took Charlotte's fingertips back, holding them in his palm.
"Doctor, how is my daughter?"
Charlotte asked urgently.
Her throat seemed like it was filled with gravel, producing a hoarse cry as she spoke.
The doctor removed his mask, looking at Charlotte with a serious expression.
