Fu Nancheng shook his head, but his vision blurred, and his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Beside him, Qiqi was no better off, almost a mirror image of him, even their weakness looked remarkably similar.
As if fearing she would worry too much, Fu Nancheng slowly stood up and said softly, "Let's wait outside the operating room; the surgery should be over soon."
Qiao Mo nodded through her tears and hurried forward to support him.
"Would it be okay for Qiqi to rest here for a moment?" Qiao Mo was concerned about managing both of them alone, especially with a bed available in the blood collection room, so she hoped Qiqi could lie down and rest here. After all, it was close to the operating room, and they could easily keep an eye on things.
Qiqi reached out to grasp Qiao Mo's clothing, staring stubbornly at her with a pale little face.
Qiao Mo's heart softened, unable to bring herself to leave him behind.
"Can you walk?" Qiao Mo asked gently.
