Shen Jingwei's tears fell like a waterfall the moment the door fell shut in front of him, obscuring his view.
That fool.
He wiped at his face like a five-year-old boy.
It took a lot of courage to not cry in front of Yan Renzhong, but he still ended up crying anyway.
"Mr. Shen, you don't have to wait here," a kind nurse told him. "The surgery will last seven to ten hours."
"I will wait," Shen Jingwei stubbornly said.
He was going to wait, no matter what.
The operating floor was very quiet. With all activities taking place within the operating theaters, the only sounds that permeated the air were the ones made by the family members who waited outside.
Goosebumps climbed onto Shen Jingwei's skin when he heard the wail of an elderly woman somewhere.
And then there were the sobbing cries of a young woman.
"No, Father!" She cried out. "No, it can't be happening!"
Shen Jingwei closed his eyes and prayed.