Zheng Ren and Su Yun walked out of the interventional operating theater.

  As the door opened, a slim figure immediately charged towards them.

  “Doctor, how’s my mother?” the girl who had accompanied Lin Jiaojiao asked worriedly.

  “She should be fine.” Zheng Ren’s answer was calm.

  “Oh, that’s great, that’s great.” The girl was obviously still in shock. This was the only good news she had received after waiting for several hours.

  “Don’t worry.” Zheng Ren did not stay behind to describe what had happened over the course of the operation to Lin Jiaojiao or her daughter.

  After all, this was Imperial Capital, not Sea City General Hospital. He could save his breath.

  Furthermore, if he told the patient’s family members that it was he who performed the surgery, there was bound to be more misunderstanding.

  It was still a serendipity that turned out well in the end, but it was already past midnight and Zheng Ren did not want to waste more time as there were four more interventional surgeries waiting for him the next morning.

  “When is Uncle Kong coming out?” the girl asked behind them.

  “I don’t know, he’s probably leaving soon,” Zheng Ren said as he continued to walk away.