The red indicator light above the operating room was on, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
Lady Wei sat on the bench at the entrance of the operating room, her hands unconsciously clenched tightly, her eyes fixed on the operating room, not blinking.
Dong Xin Yan walked over slowly. She did not approach the bench, but stood on the other side, at a distance.
After a while, the indicator light went out, and the door of the operating room was pushed open slowly. A doctor in a white coat stepped out. The butler helped Lady Wei up. The doctor approached her and said respectfully, "Lady Wei, there's no need to worry, the surgery was successful. Lady Xin Ruo is temporarily out of danger and will be transferred back to the ward shortly."
Lady Wei exhaled heavily, her suspended heart slowly settling back into place, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Hearing that Wei Xinruo was fine, Dong Xin Yan slowly released her tightly clenched hands, her tense body also relaxing.
