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"You—" Gao Zhaocheng raised his right hand as if to point at her head, but something seemed to be choking him, preventing him from speaking, contorting his face into a strange reaction.
The three classmates looked up at his expression: It was as if he wanted to laugh, cry, or perhaps even get angry.
What's going on?
"Yingying—" Zhao Zhaowei and Li Qi'an, who had just changed into surgical gowns for the first time, rushed towards Xie Wanying.
Perhaps sensing the increasing number of people, Gao Zhaocheng retracted his hand and turned to enter the operating room.
"The operating room needs to be quiet. You shouldn't be shouting like this," Lin Hao couldn't help but reprimand the two who had run over.
Lin Hao, not being as taciturn as the class president, is golden. Yue Wentong really seemed to never speak up at almost any time, like a true Silent Gourd.
"Let me tell you, something terrible has happened," Li Qi'an waved at Lin Hao's mouth, "Do you think we love to talk?"
