For some unknown reason, Xiao Lin's left hand began to tremble with unease. The lights in the operating room were still shining brightly. He knew Hua Qingyi would be fine; the anxiety in his heart wasn't coming from the person inside. Who could be so close to him, making him feel unease and sadness immediately? He raised his head to look at the fading daylight, the red clouds engulfed in dark spots of gold.
The lights in front of the operating room finally dimmed. Hua Qingyi was pushed out lying on a bed, the anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, yet he was already searching for something with open eyes.
"I just heard the doctor say I have to lie here for a month. Why wasn't it you doing the surgery?" Like a child throwing a tantrum, he complained as soon as he found Xiao Lin, making the accompanying doctors quite embarrassed.
"A month? That's a bit short, add another fifteen days." Xiao Lin seriously discussed with the doctors, completely ignoring Hua Qingyi.
