"Yes, there will surely be miracles…" Shangxin seemed to have found new hope as she reached out and wiped her tears away.
She put on a bitter smile and spoke in a tone filled with self-mockery.
"I am really useless, I have promised myself that I will be strong, but I can't even withstand such a tiny ordeal. Brother Xiaosi would surely laugh at me if he saw me in such a state."
"Don't force yourself to smile if you don't feel like doing it." Feeling sorry for Shangxin, Nian Xiaomu gave her hand a squeeze.
The three of them waited outside the operating theater together.
After a long while, the operating light switched off.
The doctor was still wearing his face mask when he walked out.
He had a heavy look to his face.