This time, Mu Qian pushed Mu Bai out with one hand and ran alongside the hospital bed, his eyes slightly red, his voice especially hoarse, "Mom, listen to me. I have a way to save you. Just hold on until tomorrow and I'll have a way to save you. You can't give up, do you hear me? If you have any last words, just say them yourself. I won't agree to take care of Mu Bai for you, I won't take care of your son. Do you understand? If you can't let go of him, then hang in there and fight to live."
By the time they reached the emergency room, Mu Qian had just finished speaking.
Zhuang Xiaowan was pushed into the emergency room with her eyes still wide open, staring at him without blinking...
The waiting time felt interminably slow. Mu Yizheng sat despondently on a chair in the corridor, while Mu Bai stood in front of a window, his eyes bloodshot. The cold wind slipped through the window, and he fiercely drew on a cigarette held in his trembling hand.
