C159 To live or to die 1

The long corridor was dimly lit and the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and medicine. Ihao was battered and exhausted, and he was anxiously guarding the door of the operation room. His normally clean and clean shirt was now covered in blood and mud.

He sat in the chair, folded his hands in front of his mouth, and stared straight at the operating light that had been on for two hours