"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my brother?" she asked urgently.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Yexun became visibly anxious. The comrade on the other end of the call spoke with a heavy tone, indicating that her brother's injuries were not light. Su Xiaoxiao's eyes welled up instantly. Had she come too late in this lifetime, unable to save her brother?
"Can I go see him now?" Su Xiaoxiao asked, her voice choking.
The person on the other end quickly agreed, "Yes, you can. But don't worry too much. Commander Su had a successful surgery, and he's out of the critical period now. He just needs to rest."
The person on the phone provided Su Xiaoxiao with the specific ward number. After expressing her gratitude and hanging up, Su Xiaoxiao felt like all the strength had drained from her body and slumped to the ground. She hugged her knees tightly, burying her face in them.