The cold wind crept in through the small window gap, making the blue curtains sway.
The surrounding temperature was getting lower. With the sound of the wind blowing from outside, the corridor seemed even quieter and suffocating.
Su Nan was getting tired after all that crying. She left some wet spots on Xi Xiaye's shirt with her tears, and her voice turned hoarse as well.
Mu Lingshi grabbed Ah Mo's arm as her eyes were transfixed on the doors of the operating theatre. In return, he held her hand tightly.
It was as if several centuries had passed. Su Nan was on the verge of breaking down when the light on top of the operating theatre was switched off. People came streaming out of the room and the group quickly rushed forward.
Su Nan leaped forward and looked at the bed frantically as she asked in her hoarse voice, "How is it? How's my husband? How is he?"
Xi Xiaye and Ah Mo were watching the doctor nervously as well.
