I'll do what's right

After what felt like an eternity, the doors of the operating theatre finally swung open, and the doctors stepped out, exhaustion evident in their faces. Min Jun, who had been pacing the hallway for hours, rushed toward them, his heart was almost in his throat.

"How is my mom?" he asked, his voice trembling in fear.

The lead surgeon, removing his mask, looked at Min Jun with a grave expression. "The blood loss was significant. We did everything we could, but luckily her condition is stable. At this point, we can't say for certain if she'll regain consciousness."

Min Jun's world came crashing down with those words. His legs felt weak, and he stumbled back, barely catching himself on the cold wall behind him. The weight of the uncertainty was too much to bear.