Zhuo Zhengxiu nodded, "My son, don't worry, Jingyu is waiting outside for you, you can do it."
"Um!" Zhuo Junyue couldn't bring himself to say anything too sentimental.
Zhuo Zhengxiu watched his son being wheeled into the designated operating theatre by the doctors.
After about ten minutes, the red light on the wall lit up.
"Dad, big brother's surgery has started."
"Hmm, let's wait outside." Zhuo Zhengxiu also silently prayed in his heart.
Zhuo Junyi turned around and looked at Su Jingyu who was standing by, "Sister Su, don't worry. My brother's the best, he'll be okay."
Su Jingyu nodded, "Thank you, Junyi, let's pray for your brother together."
Su Jingyu didn't say much, partly because she was nervous, and partly because she was afraid of saying something wrong.
Fortunately, everyone from the Zhuo family was focused on Zhuo Junyue's surgery and didn't pay much attention to her.
