Back at the hospital, the surgery was taking longer than Xu Jingli had anticipated. He paced outside the surgical room, his body tense.
Mo Zi Lin and Director Zhang were asleep on the benches. They had not rested since they started searching for Chen Mumu earlier that night, and exhaustion had finally caught up with them. Xu Jingli was grateful to them because, without their swift actions, Chen Mumu might not have been saved in time.
His gaze lingered on the sign that read Surgery in Progress. It was hard to believe how quickly things had changed.
Just a while ago, Xu Jingli had been in the same hospital, accompanying Chen Mumu on the day her mother underwent surgery. He had never imagined that he would one day be waiting for Chen Mumu herself to come out of surgery.
A seed of guilt began to take root in his heart. If he had not acted so rashly, Chen Mumu might never have been put in such danger. He blamed himself entirely for what had happened.