For some reason, Xiao Lin's left hand, which had always been uneasy, started to tremble. The lights in the operating room were still flashing, and he knew Hua Qingyi would be fine. The unease in his heart did not stem from the person inside. Who was so close to him to make him feel uneasy and sad instantly? He raised his head to look at the fading daylight, where patches of red clouds were devoured by darkness amidst dots of gold.
Finally, the light in front of the operating room door went off, and Hua Qingyi was pushed out lying on the bed. The anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, but he was already opening his eyes searching for something.
"I just heard the doctor say I have to lie here for a month. Why weren't you the one to perform the surgery?" The person who behaved like a child throwing a tantrum immediately complained upon finding Xiao Lin, causing the doctor who came out with him to feel awkward.
