At this moment, Gong Shirao noticed Beitang made no sound and didn't move, the world quieted down, and the person who had become her back support was like a rigid fossil, completely still.
She thought of something, shifted her gaze away from the phone, slightly turned her cheek to ask him: "By the way, brother, who attended the meeting this afternoon? Was Qianxia's mother there?"
Beitang heard Gong Shirao's phone, and suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Yes." Beitang responded.
Although Ou Manhui had retired from the medical field, Zhan Nanjue was still her apprentice; naturally, she wouldn't sit idly by.
"That's great, it feels like hope is right in front of us!" Gong Shirao said with a smile, inexplicably relaxing a bit.
Actually, Zhan Nanjue's right hand returning to normal wasn't very difficult; the hard part was wanting to be a doctor and holding a scalpel.
But as long as there's a glimmer of hope, she wants to give the impossible a try.
"Shirao."
"Hmm?"
