***
Leng Wanxin was wheeled into the sterile room.
Exhausted, Mai Xiaomai walked out of the operating room, showing no signs of joy.
"Mai Zi, how is Wanxin? Is the surgery done?"
Feng Qinglang hurried forward, asking with great anxiety.
His face was so full of worry that he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
Mai Xiaomai nodded, "Yes, the surgery is sort of complete, but whether it's a success, we'll have to wait and see over the next couple of days. I'm not confident; I just managed to excise the tumor."
"You've worked hard."
Feng Qinglang let out a sigh of relief, "That girl Erya is so tough, she's bound to recover."
Mai Xiaomai pursed her lips and, with You Bei's support, sat down to rest.
Qiao Feiyang gave her a thumbs-up, expressing admiration.
"Xiaomai, did you treat her as if you're dissecting a corpse?"
You Bei asked from the side.
