In the operating room, the young soul that had arrived at the hospital with Wen Xiao'ai fluttered anxiously as he watched the ongoing resuscitation on the operating table.
He had finally encountered another of his kind, and he couldn't bear to see him die just like that.
He didn't want to be alone, he was scared.
He was scared of everything here.
About ten minutes later, the doors to the operating room opened, and a doctor came out.
The nurses, too, appeared behind the doctor, pushing Wen Xiao'ai, who was still unconscious.
The kind-hearted young man who had brought Wen Xiao'ai to the hospital glanced at the still-unconscious Wen Xiao'ai on the gurney and asked,
"How is she?"
"It's still unclear; we found no wounds on her body, so we can only send her for a full body exam first."
"Then hurry up," said the man, stepping aside immediately.
