An An furrowed her little eyebrows upon hearing Zhuo Zhengxiu say this, looking at the bowl that was still more than half full.
She had no choice but to slow down and match the pace of her grandfather and great-grandfather.
Ningyan returned to the front of the operating room and saw that the light above was still on.
She kept glancing at the clock, only to find herself still waiting by nine o'clock, with the surgery not yet finished.
Ningyan's heart couldn't help but grow anxious. Could something have gone wrong?
The thought of her little uncle's body covered in so many blisters made her feel terribly uncomfortable.
Although he said it didn't hurt and that he was fine.
But she knew he was just deceiving her, trying to comfort her.
The surgery continued until ten-thirty before it finally came to an end.
When Shao Rui emerged from the operating room, there was a hint of fatigue on his face.
Zhuo Zhengxiu anxiously asked, "Mr. Shao, how is Junyue's condition?"
