Ming Mei grunted with malicious joy, "Best thing would be if they cut out all her organs."
Zhao slowly said, "Maybe they really will."
"Yeah, you're right. They might just actually do it."
Ming Mei cursed Beitang Chuxin in her mind, the tense atmosphere in the operation room was nearly stifling.
A young nurse sobbed, "It's over, we're done... Are we going to be thrown out to compensate the princess with our lives?"
The chief surgeon scolded, "Crying for what? She hasn't died yet. Why should we have to give our lives for her?"
The small nurse was sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her breath: "But... but she has lost her womb... wu... Without a womb, she can't have children... She cannot become a mother..."
The anesthesiologist reminded, "Enough. Focus on suturing the wound. If she loses more blood, she really will die."
The operating room instantly became silent. Then, in a hurry the chief surgeon started suturing Beitang Chuxin's wound.
