I made a few minor revisions to Chapter 147 and moved a small part into this chapter. It felt smoother this way, and more in keeping with the spirit of a true romance-war scholar...
Hospital walls had heard more devout prayers than church walls.
Xu Shi now deeply understood that saying, because Xia Wuyou, curled up in his arms, was doing exactly that.
During the hours spent waiting for the surgery, she had lost every trace of her former dashing demeanor. Her body kept trembling involuntarily, and she quietly murmured prayers for safety without stopping. Every so often, she looked at Xu Shi and asked, "The surgery will succeed, right? Auntie will be okay, right?"
"...She'll be fine. Don't worry."
What else could Xu Shi say? He could only keep comforting her with the same answer.
But he was nervous too—an entirely normal reaction. Never mind the 95% success rate Xie Qingyan had given; even if she had pounded her chest and guaranteed absolute success, anyone in this situation would still feel uneasy. Were there really things in this world that could never go wrong? Right?
What if they were truly separated by life and death...
He could not help but let his thoughts run wild for a while, before suddenly realizing that the old auntie seemed rather important to him too...
Or rather, none of the people close to him held little weight in his heart. Sure, he was a big bad villain, but whether someone was good or bad depended on who they were, did it not? Being ruthless and unscrupulous was for enemies, not for being cruel to his own people.
Coming back to himself, he smiled self-mockingly.
Who knew how much time had passed.
At last, the light above the operating room changed from red