No one spoke. No one moved.
They simply waited, their breaths shallow, their minds racing.
Wen Liling clutched her hands tightly together, her knuckles turning white.
Kang Jinhai's fists remained clenched at his sides, his usually relaxed posture rigid with tension.
Guan Ying leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the emergency room doors, while Fu Xifeng's sharp eyes darted between everyone, as if searching for an answer that didn't exist.
Yan Meixiu stood the furthest back, her hands trembling slightly. She could feel the weight of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
And Gao Tian—he couldn't keep still.
He paced back and forth, frustration evident in every movement.
The nagging feeling in his gut from earlier had been right. He had noticed something was off with Jiang Xiu, but he had brushed it aside.
Then, the emergency room doors swung open.
All of them straightened at once.
