The door of the operating room slowly closed. Watching Leng Zimo's figure disappear behind the door, Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip to hold back her tears.
Jiao Yang lifted his right foot, wanting to walk over to comfort her, clenched his fist, and then pulled his foot back.
Leng Zirui noticed his actions, stepped forward, and gently embraced Luo Xiaoqian's shoulders.
"Zirui!"
Luo Xiaoqian fell into his arms and finally burst into tears.
In front of Leng Zimo, she had been trying hard to pretend to be strong, but thinking of the uncertainty of his fate and not knowing what condition he would be in the next time she saw him, how could she not be sad or scared?!
"Don't worry, he will be alright, he definitely will be!" Leng Zirui comforted, patting her shoulder, "I promise, I promise!"
The door of the operating room opened once more, and the group turned their heads. This time, it was a nurse who walked out.
"May I ask, who is the patient's family member?"
