Time was ticking away, and the light outside the operating room remained on, indicating that the surgery had been going on for quite some time.
The hearts of those waiting outside were filled with anxiety, fearing that any mistake might happen. Everyone silently prayed that nothing would go wrong.
Henry Russell, usually a decisive man, was feeling overwhelmed at this moment. He had set all business aside, and his eyes remained fixed on the operating room, as if he could see through the walls.
Time seemed to crawl, and it felt like an eternity had passed, yet there was still no news from the operating room.
Henry's irritation grew, feeling annoyed and helpless that such a situation had arisen. His dark eyes narrowed, revealing bloodshot veins, making him look considerably weathered and weary.
Everything was supposed to be fine; why had this happened?
He glanced at his watch, his heart feeling like a heavy stone suspended in midair.