On the operating table, a woman in a coma lay with her eyes shut tight, her complexion pale, and her breath barely perceptible.
For some reason, the moment Si Mingjing saw that woman, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, hurting fiercely.
Si Mingjing quickly walked over, grabbed her left hand, and placed two fingers on her wrist, concentrating.
Mo Yinhe also helped Tao Chengzhou walk in.
Seeing his wife lying on the operating table, on the brink of death and given up on by the doctors, Tao Chengzhou felt a pain in his chest as if suffering a sudden heart attack. The mature man in his fifties nearly fainted from the agony.
"Danfeng…"
With unsteady steps, Tao Chengzhou managed to walk to the operating table. He held his wife's right hand in his own, pressing it against his face.
Even though he and his wife were a couple who had met later in life, their affection was deep, and Tao Chengzhou could not bear the thought of losing her.
"Danfeng, don't leave me…"
