C247 The Patient Did Not Have the will to Live

"How's it going? Where's Qingyao? Where's Qingyao?"

Mo Lee was knocked out and injected to calm himself down. When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day. The surgery was not over yet. The door of the operating theater was filled with people, and the atmosphere was solemn. With a heavy spirit, Mo Qinglian no longer did handwork