Meanwhile, inside the hospital operating room.
Yan Xiaye had never felt squeamish about blood, but watching Mother Yan lie unconscious, eyes closed and motionless, and the solemn faces of the surrounding doctors with blood dripping from their white gloves, her slender frame couldn't help but sway uncontrollably.
Li Beicheng, quick to react, supported her firmly and managed to bring her to the front of the operating table. Void of emotion, he spoke, "Mom, can you hear me? I'm Li Beicheng."
Mother Yan, struggling within herself, her rapid breathing fogging up the oxygen mask, it was unclear whether she heard Li Beicheng's words or, if she did, she remained indifferent.
And Li Beicheng was still waiting for her answer, making the tense atmosphere in the operating room somewhat awkward.
