"You won't die," Yue Wentong wouldn't let him speak defeatist words.
"Surgery, no one can say for sure what the outcome will be," Zhao Zhaowei sighed deeply.
"Look, take a look at this," Xie Wanying found a kaleidoscope from somewhere and stuffed it into Student Zhao's hands.
"Yingying, am I a three-year-old child?" Zhao Zhaowei gave her a look of exasperation, his sorrowful preoccupation with death instantly dissipated.
Yue Wentong turned his face, inspecting hers, wondering why he had never thought of the strategy she came up with.
What's in the kaleidoscope? Zhao Zhaowei picked up the kaleidoscope, curiously peered inside: Hey, he had thought it was just a common kaleidoscope, but as it turned, it seemed to transform into a telescope, observing the surgical lights above, and looking at the class monitor's face by his side.
When Yue Wentong noticed Student Zhao aiming the kaleidoscope at his stern face, his brows furrowed and he pressed down his hand.
