The minutes felt like hours, and the silence in the room was suffocating. Every passing second felt like a lifetime, and the uncertainty of the situation only added to the weight on her chest. She couldn't bring herself to speak, afraid that her voice might break and betray the fear she was desperately trying to suppress.
Her mind raced with all the potential outcomes, each more terrifying than the last. What if the surgery didn't go as planned? What if something went wrong? These thoughts consumed her, driving her deeper into a pit of despair.
She glanced at the clock, feeling a surge of frustration and impatience. Each ticking second seemed to mock her, reminding her of the precious moments sleeping away while her sister lay under the surgeon's knife.
Qin Yufeng approached his wife, who was visibly distressed and placed a gentle hand on her arm, feeling the tension in her muscles. She looked up at him with a hint of exhaustion in her eyes.
