Wilson was still on the operating table.

From Clara’s angle, she could see that he was surrounded by doctors and nurses, and she could catch a glimpse of his side view.

Wilson had a pale complexion, his eyes were closed, and some of his hair had been shaved off.

Clara was afraid that he would never open his eyes ever again.

“He’ll be alright. Don’t worry, Clara.” Serenity gently patted Clara’s shoulder. “There are many experts here, and Wilson is as fit as a fiddle.”

Clara nodded and f