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When the doctor came over to push Song Zhaozhao into the operating room, Qin Yao squeezed her hand and said, "I've waived one million for you. After the surgery is over, we'll add it into the contract."
Song Zhaozhao looked at him, her expression filled with a smile, her eyes bright, "Really?"
"Really," Qin Yao said. "So, Zhaozhao, you must come out well, understand?"
Song Zhaozhao said she understood. She paused for a moment, then added earnestly, "President Qin, thank you for staying with me."
The nurse pushed Song Zhaozhao away, who lay on the mobile stretcher without looking back.
The doors of the operating room opened in front of Qin Yao, then slowly closed again.
Somehow, Qin Yao felt an indescribable sense of panic welling up inside him.
He knew that she would be fine, but the saying "concern leads to chaos" really couldn't be more accurate.
He stood there, not realizing the gravity that had settled over him.
