"Yes!" Xiao Zhao immediately agreed, turned around, and went outside the hospital room to make a call.
"I'm a bit tired from standing, Dad, Zimo, you guys talk, we'll go sit on the sofa outside for a while!" Luo Xiaoqian saw that the two had calmed down and immediately offered to sit outside.
Everyone understood her intention, which was to give the father and son some private space, and they all left the inner room of the hospital ward, leaving only the father and son.
In the hospital ward, it suddenly became quiet, with only the soft sounds of medical equipment.
The two remained silent for quite a while, suddenly inhaling a breath and speaking at the same time.
"You..."
"You..."
"You speak first!" Leng Zimo took the initiative to concede.
Leng Lin reached out his hand, straightened the wrinkled corner of the blanket, and said, "I heard from Zirui that it was an awake craniotomy, did it hurt during the surgery?"
