Just as Lin Ziran and Father Qin were having a dispute, the door to the operating room opened, and Qin Qingnan emerged wearing a white coat and mask, looking utterly exhausted.
Father Qin immediately rushed over, "Qingnan, how's your mother?"
Lin Ziran didn't move, her hands hanging by her side slightly clenched into fists, her thin lips pressed into a straight line as she watched Qin Qingnan, waiting for him to announce the results. She was incredibly tense inside.
Qin Qingnan took off his mask, first glanced at Lin Ziran, and then looked at Father Qin, "Dad, the surgery was successful, but…"
Qin Qingnan paused timely, his expression complex and sorrowful.
Father Qin eagerly grabbed his wrist, "But what? Just tell me."
Qin Qingnan sighed, "Dad, even though the surgery was successful, my mom will still pass away. Once she wakes up, you might want to consider saying goodbye to her."
