Wen Xia perked up at once when she heard this, "Alright, how do you want me to help?"
Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment, "First, find me a place to stay, whether it's a hotel or a guesthouse, let me get some sleep first."
Wen Xia knew Zhang Hao was utterly exhausted today and decided not to squander her energy on small talk anymore.
"Okay. Wait a bit, and I'll drive you there, I have an apartment here, you can stay at my place."
Zhang Hao didn't emphasize the accommodation much; he felt like if there was a chair in front of him now, he could just sit on it and snore away.
The operation went quite smoothly, and they did their utmost to save the patient's leg.
Even if it couldn't be restored to perfection in the future, having that leg was far better than amputation.
By the time they left the hospital, it was already past midnight.
Zhang Hao was yawning ceaselessly, and Wen Xia wasn't in much better shape either.
After half an hour's drive, they finally arrived at the house.