Now it's good, not only has Tingshen taken the lead, but it was delivered by his own hand.
Even in the aspect he was most skilled at, he was defeated by him, making his life seem utterly defeated in comparison.
How fucking frustrating!
Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, three hours had passed since the surgery began. The family members waiting outside were becoming increasingly anxious and tense, their eyes glued to the large lamp above the operating room.
With a 'bang,' the red light went out.
In an instant, dozens of anxious hearts leaped into their throats. Bo Junfeng and Wen Yan rushed over directly as the doors of the operating room slowly opened, and Ye Juncheng walked out slowly, surrounded by several assistant doctors.
"How is it? How did it go?"
"Professor Ye, how is my father?!"
