The doctor removed his mask, his tired eyes holding a glint of comfort.
"The patient is out of danger now, but she still needs to be observed. It was fortunate that she was brought in on time; any later, and things might not be looking so good." Pei Zhiyao took a long sigh of relief at the doctor's words.
"You need to be aware, the patient suffered severe concussion and multiple fractures due to a car accident. We've performed emergency surgery, but the next 24 hours will be critical. She's still in a coma and needs close monitoring."
Pei Zhiyao felt like a sledgehammer had hit his heart. He remained silent for a moment, trying to stabilize his emotions, "Thank you, doctor."
In the intensive care unit.
Pei Zhiyao held Wen Mian's hand tightly, feeling only coldness and trembling.
His vision blurred, and tears fell onto the back of Wen Mian's hand.
His hand gently caressed Wen Mian's cheek. Even though her complexion was still pale, her breathing had stabilized.
