Waiting for the surgery is a painful process.
The surgery didn't end until nearly two in the afternoon, and the moment the surgery light went out, An An's heart skipped a beat.
She couldn't help but rub her hands, as if facing a judgment from the grim reaper.
She took a deep breath as the heavy iron door of the operating room slowly opened.
At that moment, An An watched Second Uncle come out, holding her breath.
She dared not step forward, her hands tightly clenched.
Su Ningyan went over first, "Mu Feng, how did the surgery go? How is Mingfei now?"
"The surgery was relatively successful; the steel rod pierced through the lung, but his life has been saved. It's just..."
Seeing Second Uncle's serious expression, An An's heart sank.
Feng Zhixin was anxious, "President Zhuo, just tell us straight."
