The rainy night four years ago suddenly came to mind. The young man knelt in front of the carved iron door of the Huo family's old house, with the rain dripping down his sharp jawline, and his voice was hoarse as if his voice were torn: "Wanwan, I can't hold on anymore..."
At this moment, he was so noble that it was suffocating. The operating light cast deep shadows on his chiseled face, and the shadow cast from his brow bone obscured his eyes. He was obviously listening to the dean's words, but his eyes were fixed on her like a cheetah locking its prey.
"This is our youngest deputy chief physician in the cardiac surgery department, Su Wanyi." The dean introduced while wiping his sweat, "I just completed the rescue of an acute myocardial infarction..."
"The patient will be transferred to the ICU for 72 hours of observation." Su Wanyi suddenly interrupted the director and turned to the dressing room. She could feel that gaze following her like a shadow, almost burning a hole in her back.
