This is a race against time. If they can't secure the corneal transplant within an hour, Chuqing's cornea will really be transplanted onto that rich person by the hospital doctors.
At three-thirty in the afternoon, the anxious Lin Zifeng finally received good news from Zhang Mengjie and immediately took Chuqing to Huayang Hospital, requesting the doctors to resume her corneal transplant surgery...
After a busy afternoon, only by evening did Chuqing's corneal transplant surgery succeed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Mengjie, who was severely injured in the thigh, fainted from excessive blood loss while anxiously waiting in the hospital.
By the time she woke up, it was already half past eight at night.
Lin Zifeng quietly kept watch by her side, never leaving.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the slightly haggard face of the man.
"Have you been waiting here all night? What time is it now?"
Zhang Mengjie's pale face lit up with a happy smile.
