Outside the door, Chu Xinning raised her face once more, looking towards the direction of the door, the worry on her face growing increasingly deep.
In her heart, she kept trying to convince herself that the longer the surgery took, the procedure was still ongoing, the surgery was still underway, then there was more hope...
But this kind of psychological comfort didn't bring her any relief, no matter how she tried to console herself, there was no way to reduce even a bit of anxiety.
Julie and Lin Zifan were also waiting nearby, concerned about Qin Zhaoyang, feeling for Chu Xinning, yet refrained from offering unnecessary comfort—they both knew that without seeing that person return safely, any consolation was meaningless.
11:10.
11:30.
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12:00
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When the clock pointed to one, the tightly closed door of the operating room finally made a light sound, opening with a click.
