"Ke'er's mother, Xiao'ou is right. Although the success rate of the operation is only half, we must do it," Father Zhao finally raised his head. His face was full of wrinkles, his skin darkened from experiencing the wear and tear of life. He looked like a typical hardworking common laborer. Tear stains were on his face, dried by the wind, making his face resemble the bark of a mature tree.
Mother Zhao didn't speak, but she started to cry silently, covering her face with a blanket.
A knock on the door interrupted them.
Thump, thump, thump.
Father Zhao thought it was a nurse. He said, "Come in." However, when he saw that it was a young man and woman who had pushed the door open, he was momentarily confused.
Upon seeing Xiao Qiang and Miao Ke'er, Zhang Xiao'ou quickly wiped away her tears, suppressed her sorrow, and forced herself to say, "Xiao Qiang, you're here."
Seeing the heavy atmosphere inside the room, Xiao Qiang softly greeted everyone, "Xiao'ou, Uncle, Auntie, hello."
