Wither

The surgery room's light didn't change from red to green until it was close to dawn. The moment it turned green, Gu Jun was at the door, waiting for the results. Chen Chen stood behind him, also waiting anxiously.

"The patient is no longer in danger, but he's too weak. He will stay in the ICU for now. You can visit him when he's moved to the regular room."

"Okay, as long as he's alive," Chen Chen said. "Thank you, doctor." He knew that Gu Jun didn't want An Xiaoyan to die.

The nurse nodded and walked away. Gu Jun was still pressed against the door. Through the glass, he looked at An Xiaoyan sleeping on the bed.

An Xiaoyan still had the oxygen mask on and all sorts of tubes had been stuck in his arm. They wrapped around him like a personal prison.