"Make way! Get Dr. Aimers, now!"
Aria was rushed into the operating room.
The hospital corridor felt eerily cold, its harsh white lights casting an unnatural glow that reflected off the shiny tile floor, making everything appear ghostly and lifeless.
"Tch..."
Cyril paced back and forth outside the operating room, unable to sit still. His eyes were dark with worry, his expression so clouded with tension it seemed like his very presence could freeze the air around him. He exuded an icy aura that made everyone instinctively avoid him.
Viviane sat quietly on a bench against the wall, her fingers clutching the edges of her coat so tightly it looked like she might tear the fabric.
In the oppressive silence, the sound of her own heartbeat seemed to reverberate in her ears, pounding louder and faster wi……
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