For some reason, Xiao Lin's left hand, which had been in a constant state of unease, began to tremble. The surgery room lights were still bright. He knew Hua Qingyi would be fine, as his inner anxiety wasn't from the person inside. Who was so close to him, capable of making him feel uneasy and sad at first sight? He looked up at the falling daylight, red clouds swallowed by darkness amidst specks of gold.
Finally, the light by the surgery room door dimmed, and Hua Qingyi was pushed out on a bed. The anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, but his eyes were already searching for something.
"I just heard the doctor say I need to lie here for a month, why wasn't it you holding the scalpel?" The person, throwing a tantrum like a child, complained upon finding Xiao Lin, leaving the doctors who came out awkward.
"A month? That's a bit short, add another fifteen days." Xiao Lin pretended to discuss seriously with the doctor, ignoring Hua Qingyi completely.
