The surgery took a long time, almost sixteen hours.

There were some hiccups, but it was ultimately successful. The only thing was, Mason didn’t wake up. He was still lying on the operating table quietly. He didn’t know that the surgery went well for Yanni and that she was sent out of the operating room.

He didn’t even know what would happen to him tomorrow.

All he could do was lie down wordlessly as the universe meted out its sentence to him unfeelingly.

Cecil took off his mask and read the numbers shown on the monitor. It was a frightening sight because it showed that Mason’s vital signs were dropping significantly. He might die at any second.

Now, Cecil was a doctor who had seen a lot of deaths in his lifetime. He had grown used to it, but he simply couldn’t accept it when it came to Mason. Leaning close to him, he murmured, “Zoe’s waiting for you! Are you just going to leave her like this?”

Mason didn’t respond to him. He simply lay there quietly, his face was as white as