"It's not that we won't save him, it's that we can't save him anymore."
The elderly doctor shook his head wearily, "The bullet is too close to the heart, and he has lost too much blood, he's already..."
"I beg you, please try to resuscitate him again."
Qin Wan knelt down with a thud.
Clasping the doctor's hands, she pleaded, "I know Professor Yutel, he's my fan too, please, for his sake, save him again."
"You know my senior brother?"
"Yes, I know him, please hurry and try to resuscitate him again."
"Miss, it really isn't that I won't save him, it's that he's already..."
"No, he can't die, he won't die."
Qin Wan suddenly let go of his hands.
She got up and threw herself onto Mu Shaochen, who was on the operating table.
Looking at him, lying there silent and still, tears fell like rain, desperate and large, landing on his eyes, his face, the corners of his mouth.
"Wait here while she says her goodbyes to the deceased."
