Song Qinghuan lay on the cold operating table. After an uncertain four hours between life and death, she was finally wheeled out slowly, an oxygen mask hanging from her face.
The doctor removed his mask, turned to Shi Yuhuan, and said, "The patient was seriously injured, but thankfully she was brought in on time. There's no immediate danger to her life now. She should wake up by tomorrow, the day after at the latest!"
At that moment, everyone present saw Shi Yuhuan smile.
It wasn't an open and joyful laugh or even a slight smile. He just barely curved the corners of his mouth, but it was assuredly a smile, a genuine smile, not a smirk, a fake smile, or a sneer.
It was a smile of happiness that originated from deep within, a smile that, for an instant, made his handsome face shine like the bright moon.
Although they had known Shi Yuhuan for many years, this was truly the first time they had seen him smile.
