Lan Xiu didn't say a word, his elbows pressed against the cover, looking at the ground beneath his feet, his tightly pursed lips, had lost their usual bright colour.
After who knows how long, a flurry of footsteps sounded.
Yuanya subconsciously raised her head, seeing Bei Yunhuan, Yang Yuhuan, and Yong Mo rapidly approaching.
Behind them, Ximen Hanyue was accompanied by several seemingly aged medical experts.
Every individual wore an anxious demeanor.
The hospital's director came to communicate with them, requesting that the various experts collectively enter the operating room.
Bei Yunhuan looked at Yuanya, ensuring her well-being, then sat down next to Lan Xiu.
"How is it going? How long before they might come out?"
"I don't know."
Lan Xiu lifted his bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarsely returned.
Bei Yunhuan furrowed her brows, "The operation couldn't be completed in a dozen hours, why don't you go get your wounds dressed first?"
