"Yes," Yao quickly took out his phone and dialed Diwu Zexian's number.
In less than a minute, everyone held their breath as if waiting for the final verdict.
"Mr. Jie, Mr. Zexian says he'll be here in ten minutes and asked the doctor to try to stop the bleeding first. The rest can be discussed when he arrives."
Dan Hanjie's eyes hardened, and he quickly yanked the doctor over, gritting his teeth, "Did you hear that? Hold on for ten more minutes. If you can't, you'll be buried with her!"
"Yes, yes, I'll go and stop the bleeding right away..."
The doctor's words were a nervous jumble as he turned and hurried back into the operating room.
Time ticked away second by second.
There was no news from the operating room, and Diwu Zexian had not yet arrived.
Those brief ten minutes, for the first time, made death seem a tangible flavor people were waiting on.
Just when everyone could hardly wait any longer, Diwu Zexian finally stepped out of the elevator.
"How is Xuan doing?"