Outside the tightly shut doors of the operating room.
He Yingdong paced back and forth relentlessly, like a trapped beast.
For him, every minute felt torturous at this moment.
Her desperate and helpless eyes 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 must she have been to have lost the courage to live?
He dared not imagine that process.
He regretted deeply, wishing he had personally taken her home at that time.
It was only a ten-minute drive; why hadn't he done it?
An hour later, the doors of the operating room finally opened.
He rushed over nervously.
"How is it?"
The doctor removed his mask, "It's okay, the wound isn't deep, it didn't pierce the heart, let her rest well!"
Only then did He Yingdong finally feel the oxygen in his lungs, the choking feeling gradually fading away.
