In the hospital, Yan Luoxi frequently glanced at her watch; it was already half past nine, and neither the specialists nor Li Yeqi had shown up, not even Yanling's attending doctor. She was extremely anxious.
A while later, a nurse appeared, carrying a small surgical gown, "Miss Yan, we need to change the patient's clothes for surgery."
Yan Luoxi moved away from the foot of the bed, watching the nurse help Yanling change into the surgical clothes. Yanling lay on the bed, looking down at the surgical gown on him. Since he woke up in the morning, he felt something was amiss, and his mother's expression was certainly intriguing, making him quite uneasy inside.
At this moment, he smiled brightly at Yan Luoxi, "Mommy, do I look handsome?"
Yan Luoxi walked to the bedside, leaned down, and gently stroked his head, asking softly, "Handsome, my son is the most handsome."
