Even with Li Beicheng's usually cold and indifferent nature, the fact remained that the unconscious figure lying on the hospital bed was his only daughter.
For once, his handsome face betrayed seven parts of panic. Only now did he truly understand that the crying scenes of family members surrounding doctors in TV dramas were not mere theatrics.
Taking a few long strides to follow the moving hospital bed, he was promptly stopped by a nurse, who spoke politely but firmly to both him and Yan Shuirou. "Sir, Ma'am, the doctors need to focus all their energy on the patient right now. We can talk later. The operating room is located on the 13th floor, fourth room on the right—you can take another elevator to wait there…"
"Why the fourth?" Li Beicheng interrupted the nurse coldly, his tall figure exuding oppressive tension. "Ya'er isn't going to the fourth operating room. Have them arrange for another one."
