Zhang Zhentian and his wife's surgeries had taken a whole day and night. Throughout that time, the last person standing outside the door had been waiting anxiously, fearful of any bad news coming from the ward.
He hadn't slept for an entire day and night, not even closing his eyes for a moment. He was waiting, hoping for a miracle to happen to him. He truly wished he could ensure his family's well-being, regardless of the torment and suffering he had to endure. As far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered compared to the safety of his family.
On the third day, the operating room lights finally went off. When the surgeon stepped out of the hospital, he saw the elderly man who had been waiting outside – already with white hair and a face etched with worry, terrified that his son might never be able to leave the operating table.
