Soon, Lady Wen was wheeled into the operating room.
Her head had been shaved, and then, with the support of a nurse, she lay down on the operating table.
The icy operating table and the cold instruments awakened an indescribable fear within Lady Wen's heart.
The last time she underwent surgery, her husband had accompanied her, only letting go of her hand when she was brought into the operating room.
But this time, she had no close relatives by her side.
Even the consent form for the surgery was signed by herself.
It wasn't that she didn't want her husband and daughter to come, but after several phone calls, neither of them answered.
Her wrist was strapped to the equipment, and her hand felt a slight sting as a needle pierced in.
The anesthesiologist said, "We'll administer the anesthesia in a moment."
"Okay, thank you," Lady Wen replied politely, and then she saw a doctor enter. She heard the other nurses and doctors calling her, "Doctor Anxin."
