Tang Zhijun, despite the cold winter, was drenched in cold sweat from anxiety, his clothes soaked through.
"Is it a serious illness, does it require surgery?"
"Don't worry, it's not serious, just minor surgery."
The doctor reassured Tang Zhijun, "We only need to make a small incision. The recovery will be quick. Fortunately, you brought her in early. If you had waited until tomorrow, there might have been a perforation, which would indeed be serious."
Tang Zhijun wiped his face again, sitting on the bench outside with Tang Zhinian, both silent, yet both worried.
"Brother, I'm scared."
Tang Zhijun had never been so afraid before. He placed his hands on his knees, his body shuddering from the cold.
"Don't worry," Tang Zhinian patted his brother's shoulder, "The doctor said it's fine. It's just minor surgery. They do plenty of them here all year round. And it's just a small incision, there's nothing to worry about."
