The surgery lasted for three hours. Murong Qiao sat outside without moving. She didn't even go to the toilet.
Her eyes were blank as she sat at the door of the operating theater in a daze. It was as if her soul had been sucked out, and her hands were as cold as a dead person's.
Murong Qiao sat quietly on the chair and couldn't make a sound. If it weren't for the fact that she was still breathing, others would probably think that she was just a statue.
The sound of the door opening was soft, especially conspicuous in the empty and silent corridor.
Murong Qiao looked up abruptly.
The expected hospital bed didn't appear. Instead, a nurse was at the door.
"Hello, are you the patient's family?" The nurse asked her with a list.
Murong Qiao couldn't help but nod. "I'm his girlfriend. How is it?"
