Because the conditions here were quite harsh, the surgery lasted several hours before ending.
Sheng Miao's uterus had been removed via caesarean section; her face was deathly pale, covered in blood, with blood also seeping from the corner of her mouth where she'd bitten through her tongue. Her fingernails had gouged into her palms until they were a bloody, indistinct mess, and she had completely lost consciousness.
The doctor, his forehead slick with sweat, stood up and came over, "President Mo... it's over."
Mo Shiche appeared as if he heard nothing, maintaining the same pose from start to finish, his body rigid as if he'd been nailed to the spot by bloodied spikes.
His eyelashes hung heavily, hiding the tumultuous, bone-eating emotions swirling in his eyes.
Liansu, seeing this, turned to the doctor and instructed, "First, take Sheng Miao back, keep a close watch, use whatever medication is needed. Just don't let her die."
"Yes."
The doctor and the bodyguards all left.
