As Xia Moyan had expected, the surgery was an ultimate success.
Both man and boy were wheeled out of the operating room and into the intensive care ward, where Xia Ling accompanied them.
With both of them in a deep sleep, the ward was silent. She went over to Shaohui's side first and saw his pale, sickly demeanor. Only when she felt that his breathing was stable could her uneasiness fade a little. She reached out and stroked his face; this child had such a tough life, having lost his parents at such a young age, and encountered such an accident not long after being adopted.
She felt bad, thinking that her destiny had rubbed off on the child.
