By the time he returned upstairs, the surgery was still in progress.
Zhou Ran had already taken a seat. Worry was written on her face, but it was mostly composed.
The atmosphere around was still bitterly cold. No sound could be heard anywhere, and the door to the operating room remained motionless as time ticked away.
Just then, Wen Zhiyuan happened to pass by and paused to take a look.
"What's wrong?" Wen Zhiyuan asked softly.
Wen Zhiyuan, in his white coat, was gentle and calm like jade, carrying a medical report in his hand.
"Father is undergoing surgery," Shen Chi said indifferently.
Wen Zhiyuan patted his shoulder, "It'll be alright."
"At work?" Shen Chi asked him.
"Yes, arranging a consultation for a patient," Wen Zhiyuan nodded warmly.
"Then you go ahead. I won't hold you up," Shen Chi said.
"It's fine, I still have to wait for a few more people."