The surgery continued until eleven o'clock, and finally came to an end.
Everyone looked at the extinguished red light on the wall and stood up simultaneously.
Zhuo Zhengxiu clenched his fists, suddenly feeling as if he'd lost his courage, unable to step forward, fearing what might be pushed out was a cold corpse.
Zhuo Junyi ran over, equally tense. "Second Brother, how's my mom? Quick, tell me."
Zhuo Mufeng removed his mask, "The surgery was very successful, the bullet has been removed. However, Aunt Liu lost a lot of blood, and her condition is still very dangerous. If she can make it through tonight, there should be no threat to her life."
Hearing this, Zhuo Zhengxiu finally dared to approach, "She will definitely make it."
Her name is Liuliu, sounding fragile and weak.
But, he knew well that this little woman was extraordinarily resilient; she definitely could do it.
Afterwards, Lin Liuliu was sent to the intensive care unit.
