Five hours passed, and the light of the operating room finally went out. The door was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked out slowly while removing his mask.
A quick gleam flashed in Dong Xin Yan's eyes. She quickly stood up and walked towards the doctor, "Doctor, how is Ziyang?"
Mrs. Cheng also followed quickly, her eyes looking at the doctor with both anticipation and anxiety.
After the doctor completely removed his mask, he glanced at Mrs. Cheng and Dong Xin Yan, and began to speak in a consistently calm tone, "The patient is seriously injured, but fortunately, he was brought in time, so currently, there's no immediate threat to his life."
No threat to life...
Such a simple phrase, yet it carried significant weight.
The heart that Dong Xin Yan held so high finally loosened a little, he's okay, he's okay, he's okay, thank goodness he's okay.
