Noticing the commotion on this side, Fu Nancheng also looked up.
He wanted to ask, wanted to ask if the surgery was successful.
He wanted to ask if Qiao Mo was out of danger.
He wanted to ask if she would wake up like before, then softly call his name.
But his throat felt as if something was blocking it, he couldn't utter a word, and he was more afraid... more afraid of hearing... the answer he didn't want.
Qin Zhaoran glanced at him, then after a moment of silence said slowly, "The surgery went smoothly, but she needs to be transferred to intensive care. If she can wake up within three days, she can recover."
Yan Jiu said nothing, turned around to the window with his back to the two of them and lit another cigarette.
He just knew that escaping with a sniper rifle was not going to be that easy.
If it weren't for guarding a freak like Zhaoran, who knows how many times others would have to die.
