Chapitre 64: Why Aren't You Wearing The Dress I Gave You?

Faith…

Just like being knocked on the head,

His legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop, his face pale.

The nurse hurriedly helped him up, only to find that he was shaking all over.

Claire had just walked out of the operating room when all three people immediately surrounded her.

"How's it going inside?"

"Why did you go in? Is there anything wrong with my grandpa?!"

Claire took off her mask and threw it into the trash can beside her. "He survived."

What did she mean?

They wanted to continue to ask, but Claire directly bypassed them and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The dim light poured down, and the wind blew her hair. She walked leisurely and her receding figure was lonely and cold.

The three of them looked at each other, wondering what exactly happened.

Claire found a vending machine and dropped two coins into it. She picked up a Coke, and drank a few mouthfuls.