Shirley, standing at the corner of the corridor, watched as Braden happily finished the wontons, and she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
That was right, people were made of iron and rice was made of steel. No matter how anxious the situation is, one mustn't go hungry!
Several more hours passed like this, and finally, the door of the operating room opened. The doctor came out, and Braden hurried over.
"Don't worry, she's still alive. However, her waist and legs have suffered serious injuries and will require bed rest for some time." The doctor said to Braden, "During this time, it will be the family's responsibility to take good care of her."
"As long as she's okay, as long as she's okay," Braden instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and the weight on his heart finally lifted.
In a corner, Shirley couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "Wow, Alina also suffered injuries to her waist?! That's too coincidental!"