After finally getting to the nearest hospital, Zhao Jinxin was pushed into the operating room.
Li Shuo sat in a chair outside the operating room, staring blankly ahead as if his soul had been emptied out.
Shao Qun, the B@st@ard, was right. He would be deeply tortured by guilt, but he didn't want to regret. Regret was a useless emotion that needed to be discarded as much as possible. He just wanted to focus on how to make up for his mistakes.
Zhao Jinxin's surgery only included hemostasis. The medical conditions here are limited, and the severed tendons, muscles, and nerves require more precise surgery to repair. Shao Qun sent a helicopter and sent them to the best hospital. There, Zhao Jinxin entered the operating room again, this time staying for a full seven hours.
Zhao Jinxin didn't come out of the operating room until the sun went down. His operation was successful, but his energy was severely damaged and his face was as white as paper.
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