The night was like a big black cloth, covering the whole city tightly with a "swish".
In the corridor of the hospital, when the pale light shone, Chen Jiujie's shadow was stretched longer, and so was the anxiety in his heart.
Like a trapped beast, he kept walking back and forth under the sign that read "No Noise", the soles of his leather shoes scraping against the tiled floor, making a sound that made people upset.
"Ding dong——"
When the elevator door opened, Chen Jiujie rushed over, grabbed the doctor who had just walked out of the elevator, and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my sister? Lin Xiaowan..."
The doctor took off the mask, pinched the bridge of his nose with a tired look on his face, shook his head and said, "The situation is not very good. As you know, congenital heart disease has been delayed for so long, and it is a miracle that it can survive until now. The operation must be done quickly, otherwise..."
