Having said that, Qiu Mingyan took the hemostatic forceps handed over by Li Mingda, saying, "Mingyan, continue!"
He then deepened his gaze, eagle-eyed, staring at the wound, starting the treatment with even greater tension...
Not far away, Feng Chengyue's fingertips trembled as she looked at Qiu Mingyan.
From his brow, to his eyes, to his hands, his body... she scrutinized every inch of him, finally settling on his shoulder... her heart surged like a tide.
Of course, in the next second, she shifted her gaze to her third brother, quietly watching the ring-marked base of his finger.
She was at a loss for words to describe the tsunami-like waves in her heart at that moment.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, blurring everything before her eyes.
Because on this thin line between life and death on the operating table, it was the first time she had seen such genuine desires of a person facing death…
A reason to live because of someone, called love…
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