Qiao Xi immediately rushed forward anxiously.
The doors of the operating room slowly opened, and she saw nurses wheeling out the movable hospital bed.
Huo Xingzhou lay there, his eyes tightly shut, his face pale as a sheet.
That cold, unyielding face hadn't shown such a vulnerable expression in ages.
Qiao Xi couldn't help but step forward and call out, "Xingzhou, you…"
"Family members, please step aside for now. The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. We'll transfer him to the ward for observation for two days first…"
Qiao Xi was forced to step aside, trailing after the hospital bed.
Old Chen and Sun Weimeng exchanged a glance and followed along as well.
Huo Xingzhou was transferred to the ward for observation, and after the nurses explained some precautions, they departed.
Qiao Xi stood by his bedside, her eyes fixed on Huo Xingzhou, unblinking, afraid that if she even closed her eyes, this man might disappear.
