"Yuan Ye !"
Tangtang was the first to rush forward as the gurney was wheeled out. She called out to Yuan Ye, who lay with an oxygen mask, his eyes closed and face devoid of color, eliciting a pang of sorrow in the onlookers.
The surgeon, dressed in green scrubs, removed his mask, his expression somber. "Miss, please, don't agitate the patient. He needs a quiet environment to continue his recovery."
"What do you mean by that, doctor? Was the surgery not successful?" Yuan Hewei stepped forward, his face etched with concern.
The doctor, taken aback, explained, "Sir, we did all we could. The bullets have been removed, and the bleeding is under control. The patient's wound is near the heart – a mere millimeter would have been beyond even divine intervention. Now, we must wait and see if he can make it through the night. If he does and his vitals remain stable, recovery is only a matter of time."
