"Leave us, please."
Huo Mian didn't answer; instead, she turned her head and asked the two nurses to leave the room.
After the door was closed, she sat down before Han Yueyao, took out an apple from the fruit basket delivered by Mrs. Su, and began peeling it deftly.
"Do you like apples?"
"Sister Mian, how can I have the appetite for apples at this moment… Please tell me, or I'll go mad."
Han Yueyao almost pounded her own chest in anxiety.
"If Su Yu died, what would you do; if he didn't die, what would you do?"
"I…"
"Maybe you haven't considered the questions yet."
"Sister Mian, I don't think Su Yu will die…"
"See? You've got the answer but still kept asking me."
"But you are a doctor; you should know his condition."
"I'm a doctor but I didn't enter the OR… When I came, Su Yu was in the OR and has been there for almost 20 minutes now."
"How… is he?"
