Huo Jingtang waited anxiously, more restless and agitated about this matter than anything else, as if the heart within his chest no longer belonged to himself.
The ghastly white light in the corridor shone down on Huo Jingtang's head, casting fragmented shadows on his face and deepening the features of his eyes and brows. Under the dark shadows, his eyes appeared exceptionally cold, as if the bottom of a lake were slowly freezing over.
He continuously checked his watch, not knowing how many times he had done so. Finally, the door to the emergency room was pushed open from the inside and the doctor came out, removing her mask. Before she could speak, Huo Jingtang stepped forward in anticipation, standing in front of her, "How are my wife and child? Are they safe?"
