“I’m sorry, sir, but that is confidential.”
The nurse’s response did not satisfy Henry.
“I’m the patient’s family. I have the right to know what surgery she’s having!” Henry pressed. A faint layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“If you’re the patient’s family, then you should already know what surgery she’s having. You wouldn’t have asked me.”
When he didn’t get an answer, the panic in his heart grew stronger.
Henry started pounding on the tightly shut operating room doors.
“Open the door! Open the door!”
His eyes turned red.
Images of the moment he had just seen kept flashing through his mind.
But since the surgery had already begun, it was impossible to stop.
Two security guards removed Henry from the area forcibly.
As I lay on the bed, I heard Henry shouting vaguely.
A relaxed smile tugged at my lips before I drifted into unconsciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, Henry was right by my bedside.
It seemed as if he had been here for a long time.
His eyes were bloodshot.
The moment he saw me wake up, he hurriedly sat on the chair by the bed and reached out to touch my forehead.
