Ruth's vision went dark, and she immediately fainted, collapsing into the waiting arms of Waldor.
The chief doctor stepped forward, pinching her brow skillfully.
Ten seconds later.
Ruth gradually felt pain and dazedly opened her eyes, tears streaming from the corners, speaking intermittently, "I beg... beg you... save... that poor child..."
"I'm sorry, we really tried our best," the chief doctor said heavily.
He had witnessed many such life-and-death scenes and felt somewhat numb, stepping aside and pointing inside, "If you can still stand it, you may go in and see her."
"...Hmm."
Ruth nodded with a sob.
With Waldor's support, she went to the intensive care room, just in time to see the assistant doctor clearing all the tubes from Sophie Foster's body, and the oxygen mask had been removed.
Only a solitary girl remained lying on the operating table, her face pale, motionless, and lifeless.
"...Sophie!"
