As a result, there was no way the people waiting outside could not be anxious.
"It's been three hours." Qiao Dongliang's voice quivered. "Nan Nan, could something have happened to Zijin?"
"I don't know. You'll have to ask the doctor about that." Qiao Nan took a deep breath. "If not, we'll ask a nurse if a nurse happens to come out." Now, even Qiao Nan was a little worried. She was worried that Qiao Zijin would be uncooperative and this routine surgery would end with a death.
Finally, the light of the operating theatre was switched off and the door was opened. The doctor walked out with fatigue written all over his face, his gaze filled with anger and somberness. "I'm extremely sorry. We've tried our best. In a time like this, the patient's will to live is crucial…"
