Ruan Songxi stood as straight as a gun, his thin lips tightly pressed together, glaring intensely in the direction of the operating room door.
He had never felt this tense before.
It was as if he were waiting for the judgment of fate, even his breathing became instinctively rapid.
The doors of the operating room swung open, and a group of people streamed out in single file, surrounding a slender figure in the middle. Even in a loose surgical gown, they couldn't hide her frailty. The mask tightly covered her face, leaving only a pair of beautiful but exhausted eyes exposed. At this moment, the sparkle they once had was gone, clouded and weary. She didn't walk out; she floated out...
Before anyone could react, a tall figure swept through with a frigid presence, causing several people to shiver simultaneously. They saw the dark shadow dart up to her just in time to catch her in his arms as she stumbled.
"Yun Ya..." Zhuang Xiyue screamed, stumbling forward in a rush.
