The door to the operating room finally opened, and Jason stepped out, visibly exhausted.
The surgery had lasted five hours and it was certainly a lot for someone his age to handle.
Luo Qianxun rushed up, anxiously asking, "Uncle, how's Mingxun?"
"The injury to his leg is manageable, but he missed damaging the coronary artery by 0.01 centimeters."
Jason took off his mask, looking at Luo Qianxun, "The surgery was very successful, but he lost too much blood, whether he will wake up or not, depends on his willpower. If he wakes up within twenty-four hours he'll be fine, if he doesn't wake up, he's likely to be in a coma."
"Mingxun..."
Luo Qianxun stumbled, tears streaming down her face.
Li Mingxun was such a fool, wounding himself so deeply. The blood couldn't be stopped and rapidly drained from his body. She understood what this meant.
All of this happened because of her, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to Li Mingxun.
"Qianxun."
