Qiao Xiaren was in no mood to argue with Bai Qiuqing. The events of the day had occurred too suddenly and her mood was far from good. Seeing Qiao Lang crying, she stepped forward to comfort him with a few words.
Qiao Lang clutched her hand, feeling fortunate that both of them had not been involved in the accident today.
After waiting outside for nearly an hour and a half, the operating room lights finally dimmed. Doctors in dark sterile uniforms emerged, removing their face masks as they exited.
"Doctor, how's my daughter?" Qiao Lang rushed forward and anxiously gripped one of the doctors' clothes. Wang Yecheng followed him and quickly began to apologize to the doctor on his behalf.
The doctor, having witnessed countless life and death situations, understood the emotions of the patient's family and didn't blame Qiao Lang for his momentary lapse. He kept a gentle smile on his face.