The door to the operating room remained tightly closed.
He Yingdong leaned against the wall, his eyes fixated on the digital clock on the wall, watching the time tick away.
Every minute and every second passed very slowly.
It was just a bone marrow donation, so why was time moving so slowly?
He felt his breathing was not smooth…
A cigarette was clutched in his hand, but he never had the chance to smoke it, and it ended up burning his hand.
He tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can.
He recalled that before the surgery, she posted something on her phone, but he didn't pay attention; he simply thought she might be notifying the Li Family of something.
After all, she was going to have surgery, so it made sense to inform the Li Family.
Perhaps the wait was too torturous, or perhaps he sensed something was amiss.
He took out his phone, and there were no messages sent to the Li Family.
Only one post on social media: Goodbye to everyone who loved me!
