Zhongshan Junmei and Habamoto Youko rushed to the hospital, where Zhongshan Taka was still in the operating room. Watching the tightly closed door of the operating room, the exhausted Zhongshan Junmei could no longer stand and leaned into Habamoto Youko's arms, crying.
"Wuu wuu wuu, Youko, how could they be so treacherous to hurt Taka, those bastards. I hope nothing happens to him; otherwise, how can I go on living!"
Habamoto Youko looked at the door of the operating room with a complex expression, mechanically patted Zhongshan Junmei's back, comforting her, "Auntie, it's okay. Medicine is so advanced now, Taka's legs will be fine."
Zhongshan Junmei sobbed, shaking her head incessantly.
After what felt like an eternity, the doors of the operating room finally opened, and the chief surgeon emerged, wearing a mask.
"Doctor, how is my son!" Zhongshan Junmei left Habamoto Youko and hurried forward to ask.
Anxiety and worry were evident on her face.
