Uncle Qiang kept staring expectantly at the doors of the operating room, anxiously waiting for his mother to come out.
Although Director Zhou Tao had said the surgery was very successful, as long as he didn't see his mother come out, he still couldn't relax.
Ye Chen kept trying to comfort Uncle Qiang, though he knew it was useless.
No one could truly understand how Uncle Qiang felt as a son; after all, the person lying inside was his mother, the one who had depended on him and whom he had depended on all these years.
After a while, two nurses pushed the old lady out. Seeing his mother's pale face, Uncle Qiang's heart ached so much that tears started streaming down.
People say men don't easily shed tears, but in front of his mother, even a staunch iron man like Uncle Qiang couldn't control his emotions.
"Uncle Qiang, see? The old lady has already been brought out. Let's follow them to the ward." Ye Chen said with a smile.
