"Don't be afraid, sister will always be outside watching over you," Li Mumu hurriedly comforted her.
Bei Mo added, "It's okay, it won't hurt. Believe that you are the best."
"Mm!"
Feifei bit her lip, nodded, and tried to summon all her courage.
The nurses pushed her into the operating room.
As the doors of the operating room slowly closed, Li Mumu sat on the bench outside, anxiously waiting.
"Bei Mo, I heard from the doctor that even if the blood transfusion surgery can be done, Feifei's postoperative survival rate is only fifty percent. What should I do? I'm so scared!"
At this moment, Li Mumu, who had just been calmly comforting Little Baozi, was almost in tears with anxiety.
"Don't worry, Feifei will definitely be alright." Bei Mo extended his arm and held her in his embrace.
Perhaps it was the sound of the boy's steady heartbeat that gradually calmed Li Mumu's restless heart.
Time ticked away...
It was not until nightfall that the operating room door finally opened.
