The light above the operating theater door stayed on for some time. As the assistant could not see the situation inside, he could only sit on the chair and wait patiently.
He had seen Zheng Yue walk into the operating theater with his own eyes, so he was not too worried.
The surgery lasted for nearly half an hour before the lights went out.
The door opened from the inside and the assistant got up. He saw Zheng Yue being helped out by a nurse wearing a mask. Her face was as pale as a corpse as she held her stomach.
Then, a doctor walked out.
"How was the surgery?" the assistant asked hurriedly.
The doctor who came out later glanced at him. "It went quite smoothly. Go and get some medicine later. The patient's body is still a little weak."
