Time ticked away second by second, and it wasn't until the sky began to brighten that the operating room lights finally went out.
Li Chengyun was moved to the Intensive Care Unit, and the doctor said the surgery was very successful. Although he had passed the critical period, they didn't know when the patient would wake up.
In Jingrong's eyes, which had been as lifeless as dead ashes, a glint of light finally sparked. The oppressive worries weighing on her heart seemed a little less heavy now. It was good that there was no danger; as for when he would wake up, she believed that Li Chengyun would certainly wake up—it was just a matter of time.
He really had been tired these years. It was fine for him to rest well now, as long as he could wake up.
Li Chengyun was taken to the VIP ward, where he was the only patient on the entire floor. Black-clad bodyguards were everywhere, and Jingrong even noticed they were armed—a sight that truly startled her.