Yin Cheng, who had persistently refused the kidney transplant, suddenly agreed to the surgery! Zhen En was incredulous yet overjoyed. How could such a drastic change happen so abruptly? She was simultaneously happy and confused, yet watching the silent Ou Chen and the equally silent Xiao Cheng, she dared not ask a single question.

All preparations moved swiftly; the operation was scheduled to commence that very afternoon.

“Sister, I’m going in for the surgery now.”

Looking at Yin Xia Mo, who was dozing under sedation in the hospital bed, Yin Cheng said gently, “You rest a little longer. Wait until I finish the surgery, and then I’ll come back to be with you.”

“Xia Mo, don’t worry, the surgery will definitely go smoothly!” Zhen En tried to keep her tone cheerful, as if a kidney transplant were no more significant than an appendectomy.

A feverish flush stained Yin Xia Mo’s cheekbones as she lay still, seemingly hearing nothing at all.

Ou Chen gently tucked her hand, which was outside the blanket, back inside, then meticulously smoothed the covers around her until he was certain she was perfectly situated, only then did he shift his gaze from her to Zhen En and say, “During the operation, please take care of her.”

“Oh…” Zhen En paused, looking anxiously toward Yin Cheng.

Would something go wrong with the surgery? A strange dread kept enveloping her; if she couldn’t remain near the operating room doors, she feared she would be unable to sit still.

However, leaving Xia Mo lying here all alone, she truly couldn't bring herself to be at ease either.

Suddenly, it struck her that the operating theater was in the West Wing of this very floor, occupying a full half of the level; she could actually see the area outside the OR just by standing at the doorway of Xia Mo’s room! “Alright, you two rest assured!” Zhen En affirmed with a firm nod.

The hospital room door clicked softly shut, leaving only Zhen En and the feverish, unconscious Yin Xia Mo inside.

Staring blankly at Xia Mo, after a long silence, Zhen En bit her lip and whispered with profound guilt, “I’m sorry… I’ve caused far too much trouble… If I had dissuaded you from the start… If I had told you about Luo Xi’s call… If I hadn't impulsively blurted out the truth and Xiao Cheng had overheard… things wouldn’t have devolved into this awful state… You wouldn’t be this sick either…” “I’m sorry…” “...Even though I’m your friend… it feels like I’ve never actually helped you at all… In fact, you’ve always been the one taking care of me… If it were Pan Nan instead… she would have helped you so much more… I am the most useless person in the world…” “If you wake up… and you hate me… and decide to break off our friendship…” Zhen En gasped, trembling, “…that would be the punishment I deserve… But why aren’t you waking up? Xiao Cheng and Ou Chen are about to start the kidney transplant… Will there be dangers during the procedure… Aren’t you worried at all?” “Xia Mo… I know… the surgery isn’t that simple, is it?… I saw the look on your face when you were talking to Doctor Zheng. Even though you told me nothing… there’s danger in the process, isn’t there…” The more she worried, the more restless Zhen En became, eventually unable to stay seated.

She rose and moved to the door, cracking it open just a sliver.

Carefully avoiding letting a draft reach the unconscious Xia Mo, she anxiously peered down the length of the corridor, looking toward the operating room from this distance.

A group of doctors and nurses were approaching.

Among them, Zhen En recognized several doctors, and some had been specially flown in from overseas to participate in this particular surgery.

Doctor Zheng also walked into the operating room, her expression slightly grim, which instantly made Zhen En’s heart clench tight.

A while later.

Ou Chen, lying on the movable hospital cart, was wheeled into the operating theater.

Summer’s Foam III

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