The surgery took three hours, and for Ye Xinluo, those three hours felt like several centuries.
Before long, he was pushed out of the operating room. Standing up stiffly, Ye Xinluo looked at the hospital bed where Beichen Rui lay with his eyes tightly closed. Due to excessive blood loss and the lengthy surgery, his face was devoid of any color.
With trembling right hand, she reached out to touch his cheek, her lips quivering as she murmured, "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay..."
The next moment, everything went black in front of her eyes, and she couldn't hold on any longer, fainting on the spot... Before her eyes closed, she saw the crowd in the corridor rushing toward her with anxious faces.
Then came an endless darkness...
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When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by a white ceiling. The smell of disinfectant in the air made Ye Xinluo sit up abruptly, ready to throw off the quilt and get out of bed.
