Dressed in surgical attire, Ye Wanlan walked out, her steps steady and assured. This surgery had indeed not exhausted her significantly.
Patriarch Zhou and Madam Zhou dared not even breathe too heavily; they immediately approached her.
Madam Zhou cautiously began, "Please, may I ask—"
"He's fine now," Ye Wanlan stated lightly. "However, since he has been in a coma for too long, he still requires a period of intensive care. The rest can be left to the other doctors. It's expected that he will wake up within the next two or three days."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Madam Zhou cried with joy.
Overwhelmed by her emotions, she nearly fainted, but Patriarch Zhou supported her, also overjoyed: "Heyuan is safe, finally safe."
They had waited three years, and finally, the day had arrived.
The couple burst into tears.
On the side, Zhou Hechen felt a chill in his heart, his body breaking out in a cold sweat.
Safe?
How could that be?