Alitzel Williams clasped her hands together, her eyes shut in prayer, "Buddha Ancestor, please ensure my daughter-in-law comes to no harm."
Another two hours passed, and finally the emergency room doors opened, and the lead surgeon emerged.
The doctor removed his mask, heaving a heavy sigh.
Seeing the doctor's expression, everyone's breathing tightened.
"How did it go? How is our Little Hope?" Alitzel Williams couldn't help but ask anxiously, her heart hanging in the balance.
Surrounded by everyone, the doctor nodded and said, "The patient lost a lot of blood, but luckily the blood transfusion was timely. The surgery was very successful, and there are no major issues now."
Hearing the doctor say this, everyone's hearts jumped in relief.
Wyatt Lewis patted his chest, somewhat speechless, "Then what was that sigh about? I thought my sister-in-law was beyond rescue..."
Before Wyatt could finish, Alitzel Williams kicked him, "You wretch, don't speak such nonsense."
