In one corner of the crowd, Qin Chuxia's face was deathly pale.
She hugged her arms and trembled uncontrollably. Song Qiuya held her tightly, murmuring comfort into her ear.
Chen Lin's arrival was like a pebble dropped into a stagnant pool.
Dozens of eyes in the corridor instantly turned toward him.
Those gazes held undisguised surprise, scrutiny, and a hint of curiosity.
Municipal Party Secretary Chen Qingquan, Deputy Mayor An Changlin, and the others merely nodded at him in greeting, their expressions deeply conflicted.
Chen Lin paid no attention to these officials. He walked straight through the crowd to Song Qiuya and Qin Chuxia.
"Chen Lin!"
At the sight of him, Qin Chuxia seemed to find someone she could lean on. She grabbed his arm, and the tears she had been holding back finally welled in her eyes.
"My sister... is she going to..."
Chen Lin patted the back of her icy hand, signaling her to stay calm.
The next second, he closed his eyes.
The Everlasting Spring Art quietly began to circulate.
The sounds of the entire world flooded his ears like a tide bursting through a dam.
The officials' tightly restrained breathing in the corridor.
The nurses' heartbeats as they forced themselves to remain calm.
The mechanical sound of elevator doors opening and closing in the distance.
He filtered out every irrelevant sound and extended his hearing without limit, easily penetrating the thick concrete wall and reaching into the operating room.
The crisp clink of metal instruments against a tray.
The lead surgeon's calm, clipped command: "Hemostats!"
"Number three suture!"
The nurse's tense, rapid response.
And...
The steady, strong "beep, beep, beep" of the heart monitor.
Qin Churan's heartbeat was strong. Though slightly rapid from blood loss, it was remarkably stable.
Her life wasn't in danger!
The anxiety