Wu Tong's emotional control had improved since the past.
Back during that car accident years ago, aside from crying, she felt mostly despair and waited. This time was different, upon confirming that Jiang Yun was still breathing, she swiftly coordinated with the paramedics to take him to the hospital.
The knife was temporarily taken to the police station by the police, and everything had to wait until Jiang Yun woke up.
Outside the emergency room, Wu Tong leaned against the wall in the corridor, her clothes, hastily worn when she arrived, still stained with Jiang Yun's blood, emanating a lingering smell of blood.
She was completely bewildered, with no other option than to wait for news.
The surgery lasted three full hours. When the doctor came out, Wu Tong's knees buckled, and she moved forward with a slight stumble. A nurse held her arm, stabilizing her as she straightened up.
"Doctor, how is he?"
Wu Tong's heart slowed with nervousness, fearing any bad news.
