He looked at her, a smile slowly blossoming from the corner of his lips to the tips of his brows, reaching the ends of his eyes, the hoarse three words, "It was successful."
Soft cheers sounded in the operating room.
She covered her mouth as tears welled up and spilled over.
For him, for everyone, for this life that had been saved.
At this moment, she was Liu Zheng, proud of him, and yet she wasn't Liu Zheng, she was one of them, sharing their glory and disgrace.
He walked over to her, and just as she was about to ask if he wanted something to eat, his body suddenly gave way.
She hurriedly supported him, his entire weight pressing against her, "It's okay, I just need a rest."
She helped him sit down, noticing the furrow upon his brow.
She knew him too well, such an expression couldn't hide severe pain, she quickly asked, "Pain? Where does it hurt? Stomach?"
He shook his head.
"Your hand? Your left hand?" She took his left hand.
