Upon hearing Huang Yiyi's words, An Yin lowered her eyes.
The companionship from childhood made her feel a sense of closeness when facing Huang Yiyi.
"An Yin, please, I'm begging you."
Huang Yiyi looked at An Yin's timid demeanor, fixing her gaze upon her.
Her bloodless face highlighted Huang Yiyi's increasing frailty and disarray.
"Alright." When An Yin met her pleading eyes, her heart softened a bit, and she weakly agreed.
"Thank you." Huang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, "You can go and let the nurse in."
"Okay." An Yin responded and obediently walked toward the door. She opened it to see the nurse waiting outside.
Following that, An Yin felt like she was in a dream.
Accompanying Huang Yiyi to the front of the operating room, she signed her name shakily, just as she saw the lights of the operating room turn on.
