The surgery went on for over thirty hours and still hadn't ended. Tang Guo had brought updates more than once, but Luo Qianqian didn't let her relay anything back. She simply said that everything was going smoothly here and told the others not to worry.
The connection between Luo Qianqian and Luo Shufan was very apparent. She clenched her teeth tightly, her face pale; one could tell without asking what was happening inside.
But she understood, how could one not worry? Perhaps it's easier not knowing, but once you do, it's impossible not to worry.
Even Luo Yanhai didn't rest, waiting at the entrance of the operating room. Compared to him, Luo Shufan's condition was obviously more concerning.
Finally, due to advanced medical equipment, the doors of the operating room opened, Yan and Mo came out slightly exhausted along with the other people in the room.
Luo Shufan lay on the hospital bed, still pale, with blood bags and glucose hanging beside, his hands connected with IVs.
