This thin door separates two worlds.
One side is life, the other is death.
She stands on this end, yet she cannot hold his hand.
This heart-wrenching feeling makes her very anxious.
In front of the god of death, she can't control anything.
This time when she returned, she didn't even stay with him for ten days.
Upon careful reflection, he really treated her very, very well...
Every little detail she liked, he remembered clearly.
He looked after her meticulously.
The thought of losing him for the rest of her life made her suddenly feel terrible.
As if enduring a long century, that door finally opened.
She turned and hurried over.
"Doctor, how is he? How is the patient?"
"The bullet has been removed. He just had surgery, lost a lot of blood, and is still unconscious. He is expected to wake up in about two hours!"
The doctor answered truthfully.
Li Jiaqi was somewhat elated, "The injury isn't serious, right? There won't be any aftereffects, right?"
