From time to time, he would look up at the clock hanging on the wall, as if fighting against the slowly passing time.
Whenever medical staff passed by, he would ask eagerly, "How's the surgery going?"
Anxiety filled Pei Yanqing's voice, and his hands unintentionally clenched tight, revealing the tension within.
In his eyes, every minute felt like a long wait.
Pei Jingchuan observed Pei Yanqing's anxious behavior quietly and finally said softly, "Yanqing, pacing back and forth will only increase your anxiety. Sit down and stay calm."
Pei Yanqing turned towards Pei Jingchuan, his eyes carrying a hint of unease, as if he wanted to say something to express his anxiety.
However, there was a calm authority in Pei Jingchuan's gaze; he gave Pei Yanqing a light glare, as if to say, "Listen to me."
Under Pei Jingchuan's gaze, Pei Yanqing felt an invisible pressure, forcing him to abandon the intention to speak.