After an unknown duration, the red light in the operating room switched off, and the door opened, revealing a doctor in a white robe, who removed his mask as he stepped out.
Xiao Chen moved his stiff eyeballs to look at the doctor, but the doctor's expression was solemn. He approached Xiao Chen, sighed lightly, "We did everything we could; the child could not be saved."
The child could not be saved...
Xiao Chen's feet wobbled momentarily as if he couldn't stand firmly, lurching suddenly and stumbling back a few steps before he managed to steady himself.
As the doctor sighed and walked away, Xiao Chen stared wide-eyed, unwittingly looking down at his own hands.
His hands were stained with Ling Chuxia's blood, now long since dried—not as startlingly crimson as before, yet this dulled red was like a knife, deeply plunging into his heart.
All of this was Chuxia's child's blood, all of it...
His hands began to tremble violently, uncontrollably.
