Duan Wenchang's eyes were also red, somewhat regretting his previous stubbornness, muttering self-reproachfully, "It's all my fault."
Huo Gaodi stared at the tightly shut doors of the operating room, his mind blank: How did things develop to this point?
For those waiting outside, every moment felt like a year.
The moment the operating room door opened, all three rushed over, "How's my daughter/my wife?"
The doctor took off his mask, "The adult is out of danger, but we couldn't save the child."
Shen Qiuye grabbed the doctor's arm, urgently asking, "Will my daughter have any aftereffects?"
Doctors usually have a bit of a cleanliness compulsion; he glanced sideways at the arm being grabbed, somewhat displeased, and said, "It's hard to say. We'll do more tests when she wakes up."
After speaking, the doctor quickly freed himself and left the entrance of the operating room in a hurry.
