A faint echo of the last sentence reached her ears, and everything turned black before Qin Yiren's eyes, her consciousness plunging into deep darkness.
When she woke up again, there were people talking nearby, accompanied by the beeping of medical instruments, the sounds somewhat blurred.
"The patient's heart rate is very fast, emergency surgery is needed."
"Her family hasn't arrived yet, we can't get the surgery consent form."
"Neither of the two men outside is her husband?"
"I heard the situation is quite complex, this patient is not married yet."
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Qin Yiren slowly opened her eyes, seeing the white ceiling of the operating room.
She weakly wanted to say something, but the oxygen mask covered most of her face. The doctors and nurses were discussing the upcoming surgery, and no one noticed her reaction.
This scene felt familiar.
