Qiao Mo hurried over: "Mr. Qin, how is Xiao Xuan?"
"Everything went smoothly. It'll take about two weeks for him to wake up, and after another month of recovery, he should be able to leave the hospital," Qin Zhaoran said gently.
Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly wet: "Thank you... thank you."
Qiao Mo stayed outside the ward for several hours, her face somewhat pale, her gaze constantly worrying over the hospital bed.
She actually knew that these two weeks were the critical period. Although Qin Zhaoran didn't say it, the doctor who had tried to save Qiao Xuan earlier mentioned that even if the surgery was successful, the chances of him waking up weren't very high.
She didn't dare to ask Qin Zhaoran, at least this way she still had some hope.
Thinking that maybe someday, he'd suddenly wake up.
A warmth behind her, a shadow appeared on the glass window.
"Let's go home first, come back tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, speaking softly.
