Qin Miaomiao was pushed out of the operating room, still with a breathing tube attached to her mouth. The once vibrant person now lay silently on the bed, relying solely on the respirator to barely breathe.
Four people were in the intensive care unit, each stationed at a corner, none uttering a word.
Expressions heavy, the room was so quiet it felt like the only sounds were their own breathing, heartbeats, and the beeping of the heart monitor.
A single night, from 10 PM to 6 AM, stretched on like an eternity.
The nurse who came in felt goosebumps rising all over her skin!
These four companions—why was their presence so intense? Those three men were absurdly, sinfully handsome!
And the woman—she was excessively beautiful! But the luckiest of all was still the woman lying on the bed. After all, these four hadn't eaten, hadn't drunk, hadn't even stood up—just sat unwaveringly beside her.
