5 A nurse rushed out of the operating theater, her expression carrying a disquieting gravity. Zhen En remembered that this was the same nurse who had entered the OR with Xiao Cheng's surgical team. Inside the operating room, the sound of scalpels and scissors grew frantic, and the heart monitor continued to emit sharp, insistent alarms. Yin Cheng, under general anesthesia, was pale as death. The attending physician glanced back at the monitor screen, frowning, and intensified his work.

"Blood pressure seventy over forty!" the monitoring doctor called out urgently. "Zero over thirty!" "Fifty over twenty!" "Blood pressure is dropping continuously!" The atmosphere instantly solidified; all the doctors paused their instruments. A nurse quickly dabbed the sweat from the attending physician's brow. He, too, halted his actions and commanded with a grim expression, "Administer epinephrine!" Just as the nurse hurried back into the operating room, accompanied by a doctor Zhen En had never seen before, Zhen En had already bolted from Xia Mo’s room. She could no longer hold back; her mind was choked with every terrifying speculation. She seized the nurse, crying out in panic, "How is the surgery?! Did something go wrong?!" "The patient's vital signs are showing anomalies; we are working hard, please step aside!" With that, the nurse followed the doctor back into the OR, leaving Zhen En standing stunned where she was, her body trembling intermittently with fear and worry. Xiao Cheng... Xiao Cheng... "Blood pressure forty-five over fifteen!" "Continue intravenous epinephrine!" "Blood pressure forty over ten!" "Increase the dosage!" Within the stark white operating theater, the doctors frantically managed the critical situation. Yin Cheng lay still on the operating table, her face as white as a wall.

"Xiao Cheng—!!" As if trapped in a horrific nightmare, Yin Xia Mo suddenly thrashed violently, gasping and struggling for breath. Sweat streamed down her forehead, and her entire body felt as if she had been dredged from icy water. She sat up dizzily in the bed, the terrible dream leaving her disoriented about where she was. In a sky blazing with fire, Xiao Cheng’s body was gradually becoming transparent. No matter how hard she reached, she couldn't grasp her, as if Xiao Cheng were saying goodbye... "Xiao Cheng..." The surroundings slowly forced Yin Xia Mo to realize she was in a hospital room, but the room was empty.

How could she be here? A flood of memories and vague fragments violently assaulted her mind, but she had no time to dwell on them. The suffocating terror pressing on her chest made her want only one thing: to see Xiao Cheng immediately! She needed to see Xiao Cheng safe and sound! Her legs felt weak and useless.

She tumbled off the bed onto the floor! A sharp pain shot up her wrist as she yanked out the IV needle. Staggering to her feet, she walked out, her vision intermittently blackening, her body feeling chilled to the bone as if instantly dried after being soaked.

The corridor was empty. Dizzy, she leaned against the wall, walking aimlessly, unsure of what floor she was on, guided only by instinct toward the elevators at the end of the hall.

Zhen En sat fearfully on the bench outside the operating room, hugging herself tightly, trying desperately to control the tremors wracking her body.

What did 'vital signs showing anomalies' mean? Was Xiao Cheng in danger? Xiao Cheng... Xiao Cheng... She began to weep softly.

Then the crying grew more painful. She was so useless, unable to help with anything. All she did was cause trouble, constantly stirring up trouble. If she hadn't spoken carelessly, perhaps Xiao Cheng's surgery would have been completed smoothly days ago... Summer of Foam III

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