This was the most exhausting surgery Han Xi had ever performed. In the last one hundred and forty minutes, she was almost constantly worried that she couldn't save this man, fearing that he would just die in front of her.
"Xiao Xi, how is it? Chenghao was saved, right?"
Han Siyu held onto Han Xi's arm tightly, her desperate eyes struggling as if in a death throe.
Han Xi lifted her right hand to cover Han Siyu's icy hand, gently comforting her: "Sis, Chenghao is fine now, he should wake up in about an hour."
Han Siyu was so frightened and tense just now that after hearing the news that Li Chenghao was fine, her whole body went limp.
"Sis, are you okay?" Han Xi looked at Han Siyu worriedly, helping her to sit down on the bench nearby.
Han Siyu shook her head. When she saw Li Chenghao being pushed out of the operating room by the nurse, she hurried over in a panic. Her bloodstained hand held Li Chenghao's pale large hand, and her originally empty heart was suddenly filled.
