The long wait felt like centuries to Gu Qiangwei.
"I'm telling you, your father's company declared bankruptcy a few days ago, so you won't get a dime," said Chen Peifang, who rambled on beside her, but Gu Qiangwei simply wasn't in the mood to listen.
It wasn't until the green light on the operating room door lit up that she sat up from her seat.
Then a line of medical staff came out one after another, removing the sterilized masks from their faces.
"Doctor, my husband... how is he?" Chen Peifang timidly started speaking, seemingly eager to know the status of Gu Zhendong.
To outsiders, this timid demeanor might have seemed like concern for Gu Zhendong, but in reality, it wasn't the case.
Looking at the two women, the doctor's face took on a grave expression.
"I'm sorry, the surgery was unsuccessful."
The simple words were like a massive weight suddenly dropping onto Gu Qiangwei, making her body tremble.
