After getting his blood drawn, Ling Yichen came back to the door of the operating theater, where only Li Tiezheng remained seated on the chair and was in haze.
He glanced at the operating theater’s lights, which were still on, then walked to its door and stood by its side.
“What’s your relationship with her?” Li Tiezheng abruptly asked.
“What do you think?” Ling Yichen raised his brow, who continued leaning on the wall, without so much as turning his head back.
The two did not say a word, all the way until the light outside the operating theater went off. Then the still unconscious Xia Mo was wheeled out by the doctor.
After settling her into the hospital ward, the two did not leave just yet. Neither of them made eye contact, merely sitting one on each side. The hospital director had created the list, brought to the ward and passed it to Li Tiezheng, “After discussion with our doctors this is the list we consolidated. They are all particularly renowned.”