Li Wei was embarrassed.
She knew she had misspoken, but she couldn't bring herself to apologize and simply shut her mouth, saying nothing more.
Dr. Qiao looked at her disappointedly and, without giving her further attention, stepped forward to assist in the surgery.
Shen Yanhe stood in front of the operating table, watching Shen Huai, whose body was full of tubes and whose breathing was growing weaker, with a flash of pain in her eyes.
She slowly took a few deep breaths, completely putting aside her own emotions, took out the Golden Needle she carried, and meticulously disinfected each one.
When Dr. Qiao saw Shen Yanhe take out the Golden Needle, a hint of shock appeared on his face, but he remained silent, standing quietly to the side, watching Shen Yanhe work.
Li Wei, having regained her composure from her embarrassment, felt a surge of absurdity when she saw Shen Yanhe wiping the Golden Needle.
Golden Needle?
