Outside the operating room.
Ding Yue found time to be passing painfully slow.
A few hours felt more like several years.
Previously,
Ding Yue had always felt that time flew by, given the years that had passed since he established the Mist City Arts and Science University.
It had been three years now.
However, waiting outside the hospital operating room, anxious for the surgery results, it felt like time had slowed down. In truth, time couldn't really slow down unless influenced by a black hole.
It was merely psychological.
Principal Xu Dongcheng, too, perceived time to be crawling even more slowly. It had been hours of wait with still no results from the operation room.
Undoubtedly, it was a kind of "torture" for him.
The continuous torment of not knowing whether his daughter's surgery would succeed.
"Principal Xu, it's already afternoon. The surgery should be nearing its conclusion. Everything will start to get better."