Pengpeng's hundred-day banquet was on the twenty-fifth, Zhao Xinxin's appointment was the next day, and the agreed time was one day later.
But they completed the hospital admission procedures early on the afternoon of the twenty-seventh to prepare for the surgery.
Early the next morning, Zhao Xinxin was pushed into the operating room, while Lu Qingqing and her parents and brother waited outside.
Even in the operating room, there are degrees of distinction.
In the operating room they were in, only Zhao Xinxin was undergoing surgery, and there were no outsiders in the waiting hall.
Lu Yang paced back and forth anxiously, not knowing what to do with his hands. You could vaguely see a large wet spot on the back of his white T-shirt, perhaps due to the heat, or perhaps due to nervousness.
Lu Qingqing pulled down her face mask, took a sip of water to moisten her throat, "Brother, stop pacing. You might not feel tired or hot, but you're making me dizzy with all your pacing!"
