Cindy and Lily stood outside the emergency ward, their hearts heavy with worry, waiting for any news about their dear friend. The minutes felt like hours until finally, the door opened, and a tall figure emerged. Edwards rushed forward, his face etched with concern.
"How's my wife, doctor?" he inquired anxiously, his eyes pleading for reassurance. The doctor, a young man in his thirties with a reassuring demeanor, took off his glasses and met Edwards's gaze with empathy.
"Relax, Mr. Quinn," the doctor said soothingly, placing a comforting hand on Edwards's shoulder. "There's no cause for alarm. Your wife is stable, and she's responding well to treatment."
A wave of relief washed over Edwards as he let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, doctor," he murmured gratefully, his tension easing slightly.
