292 What Kind of a Rubbish Joke Was This?

The dawn had already broken when Wu Zhang returned to the hospital after changing into a set of fresh clothes and headed straight to the private ward where Song Jia had been shifted to, from the Intensive Care Unit. Her surgery had been completed and they were now just waiting for her to wake up. 

Even though his clothes were now clean but his appearance couldn't look any messier. His hair looked tousled after being brushed back by his fingers multiple times. His eyes looked red and swollen due to the lack of sleep and his stubble just added more to his unkempt look, clearly expressing how tired he was. 

While he was on his way, he ran into Song Guang, who was just coming out from another room, which was the chamber of Song Jia's head surgeon. Rather than looking even the slightest bit relaxed, Song Guang looked even more troubled than what he last saw him to be.