Outside the tightly closed door of the operating room.
He Yingdong was pacing back and forth like a trapped beast.
At that moment, every minute was agonizing for him.
Her despairing and helpless gaze kept flashing in his mind.
Don't save me, He Yingdong... let me die, okay? Let me die!!
Don't save me, He Yingdong... let me die, okay? Let me die!!
How deeply hurt she must be, having lost even the courage to live!!
That process, he dared not imagine.
He regretted deeply; if only he had personally taken her home then.
It was merely a ten-minute drive, why didn't he do it?
An hour later, the doors of the operating room finally opened.
He rushed over nervously.
"How is she?"
The doctor pulled off his mask, "It's nothing serious, the wound is shallow, it didn't reach her heart, just let her recover well!"
Only then did He Yingdong feel oxygen in his lungs, the suffocating feeling gradually dissipating.
