Yin Cheng was also quietly wheeled away into the operating room.

The door to the operating room closed.

Zhen En bit her lip tight, staring blankly at the operating theater at the end of the corridor, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She couldn't help but glance back at Xia Mo inside the room; Xia Mo was still unconscious, burning with a high fever, seemingly catching the tension of the surgery, her body occasionally twitching and struggling. Oh heavens, please let the surgery go smoothly... Zhen En clasped her hands before her chest, praying with all her might!

“See her…” Waking up again from unconsciousness, the pale and weak Luo Xi still struggled with effort to get out of the hospital bed. Doctors and nurses tried to hold him down, telling him that his physical condition was still very poor and he must recover for at least a few days before being allowed out of bed.

However, Luo Xi heard none of it. His mind was a chaotic roar of words—kidney transplant, transaction, marriage—all the things he’d just learned seemed to be driving him insane! “I… I must see her…” Amidst the nurses' exclamations, Luo Xi wrestled free the IV needle from his arm. A wave of intense dizziness swept over him. He tightly shut his eyes, and in the dizzying darkness that threatened to consume him, he used his utterly powerless legs to shuffle toward the door of the ward.

Jie Ni rushed to steady him, desperately attempting one last appeal, saying repeatedly, “Let’s wait a few more days before seeing Senior Sister Xia Mo. Right now… you might frighten her… It would be better if you recovered a little more…” He had to see her… He had to know what was going on… This thought was driving him mad; no, he couldn't wait a moment longer, he needed to find her, he needed answers!! This intense desire lent Luo Xi astonishing strength. He pushed Jie Ni’s hands away, and amidst waves of vertigo and weakness, he gripped the cold metal doorknob, forcing the door open! Outside the door was an empty wheelchair.

“I’ll take you.”

Shen Qiang was standing outside. She pushed the wheelchair, her voice cool as she spoke to him.

“But Miss Shen… his condition…” Jie Ni looked at her in shock.

“If I don’t let him go, he might just die again.”

It was as if she were being consumed by raging fire.

Faintly, there were blurry figures, indistinct sounds, but every time she tried to reach out and grasp them, those figures and voices scattered like ripples on water.

It felt like a mockery; whether she ran desperately or struggled to search through the roaring blaze, she could never hold onto anything. And every time she finally gave up, those figures and voices would swirl around her again, whispering something in the flickering silence of a black-and-white silent film, something seemingly incredibly important, yet she couldn't hear a single word…

The hospital bed.

Yin Xia Mo tossed and turned, trembling, a fine sheen of sweat gradually appearing on her forehead. Her fingers would clench and release intermittently, and the rise and fall of her chest grew more violent.

Zhen En failed to notice the change in Xia Mo; she stood anxiously by the ward door, her eyes fixed intently on the operating room at the end of the corridor.

The surgery had been going on for a long time; the door remained closed, and no doctors or nurses had emerged. This… this should mean the surgery is proceeding smoothly, right? She paced nervously, murmuring silent pleas and prayers: Heavens, please let the surgery conclude smoothly! Suddenly—the operating room door burst open! Zhen En froze!

Summer of Foam III