Although Leng Yixiu was not trained in medicine, he still had some basic understanding and knew very well what continuous bleeding implied.
The man stood silently outside the operating room, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the indicator light by the door, feeling as if time was infinitely stretched, and his heart was burning with a searing pain.
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the operating room finally opened, and Cen Lin stepped out. She removed her mask and approached Leng Yixiu with a heavy look on her face.
"I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
Cen Lin's simple words instantly struck Leng Yixiu to the core. Although Cen Lin did not elaborate, Leng Yixiu quickly understood the meaning behind her words.
After a long while, Leng Yixiu found his voice and cautiously asked, "How much time is left?"
"The platelet and red blood cell counts are rapidly decreasing. At this rate, we have at most one year."
