"There shouldn't be any problems for now." Zheng Ren and Wen xiaonuan said.
Wen xiaonuan held little stone's hand and lifted her head slightly to look at Zheng Ren. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
"If there's no change in the situation, three days later ... We'll just observe first." Zheng Ren pursed his lips and patted little stone's hand.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Zheng Ren felt little stone's hand move at that moment.
It was as if the timeline had been pulled back to the day when the two of them had a long conversation. Zheng Ren felt that little stone was about to bump fists with him.
Upon closer inspection, he was lying quietly on the bed. Only the sound of the ventilator operating could be heard, making the ward even colder.
The after-effects of using the eye of truth were getting worse. Zheng Ren sighed. If she kept hallucinating, what would she do when she had to perform surgery in the future?
