Surgeons have always had it tough.
Xie Wanying and the child put dozens of folded paper cranes into a plastic bag.
The door to the operating room opened, and out came Father Liu, pushed by Yue Wentong who had gone in to observe the surgery, as well as the anesthesiologist and a nursing aide. The chief surgeon didn't come out, probably because they knew the patient's family member was a seven-year-old child who wouldn't understand, so explaining the situation was unnecessary. They had likely gone off to rest for a while.
"Daddy," Zhenzhen, approaching the bedside, took hold of her father's hand as he lay there.
The anesthesia had not worn off yet, and Father Liu was groggy. It seemed like he heard his daughter's voice, but at the same time, he didn't, while he struggled to move his eyelids.
A line of people pushed Father Liu's gurney to the large elevator door to wait for the elevator, ready to head to the ICU.
