She was his most prized possession.
He was afraid that as soon as he let go of her hand, she would leave his world and disappear without a trace.
"Tianxin, Tianxin."
Every minute that they spent waiting outside the operating room felt like a year.
Ye Tianxin stared at the indicator light on the door of the operating room.
Wenyang's hospital had the best surgeons and neurosurgeons in the country. These doctors were working hard in the operating room now.
The atmosphere in the operating room was stiff and silent.
No doctor hoped for the patient to leave this world.
A doctor opened the door of the operating room, took out the latest x-ray, and handed it to Qi Wenyang. The doctor said, "Doctor Qi, craniotomy cannot be done."
Wenyang walked aside and looked at the x-rays for a while. After reading it, he made a difficult decision.
"Sew it up."
