At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhou Qingrang's surgery ended.
The door of the operating room opened, and Doctor Hong came out, to whom the Lu Family immediately approached.
"Doctor Hong," Lin Qiunan asked, "how is Qing Rang?"
Doctor Hong removed his mask and sighed in relief, "Madam, rest assured, the surgery was very successful."
Lin Qiunan's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back in her stomach. "Thank you, thank you."
"It's my duty."
Lin Qiunan bowed repeatedly, expressing her gratitude.
Doctor Hong hastened to wave his hand and offered a few more words of reassurance before leaving.
Zhou Qingrang was still under anesthesia and had not yet been brought out.
Lu Sheng stood at the doorway of the operating room, her nerves having been tense for too long. As she lifted her foot, her legs went weak. Yao Bixi quickly supported her, "You should go rest for a while."
She peered inside, "I'm not tired."
