There was no sound in the operating room.
The real death was actually just like this.
However...
Those who could really save people from the brink of death hoped that there would be no sound at all.
Trent Brougham was here.
In front of the operating room, all the experts and doctors who had been waiting for Medical Saint Bright Moore to treat Mr. Bentham were driven away by Vincent Bentham.
Even all the bodyguards of the the Bentham family retreated to the end of the corridor, not daring to make a sound.
There were only three people left in front of the operating room.
Tristan Denver took a deep breath and patted Trent Brougham on the shoulder. "Good boy, you didn't say anything about yourself for five years and even secretly returned to Los Angeles behind our backs. If it weren't for I missing you, you wouldn't have sent me a message even if you were beaten to death outside, would you?"