Behind the tightly closed doors of the operating room, the atmosphere was heavy to the point of suffocation.
Xu Lin wore a pristine surgical gown, the hem fluttering slightly with his movements. Every step he took was steady yet tinged with a quiet urgency. His gaze was locked firmly on Jess lying on the operating table, filled with a bottomless grief and a sea of guilt.
Jess—a pirate who had once lorded over the seas with an iron fist—now lay on the clean white bed like a withered, falling leaf, on the verge of death. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of all color, and his chapped lips trembled slightly, as if silently recounting the tragic brutality of his journey home.
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