Qin Chu's uncle drove a black Bentley Continental...
After the four of them got onto the car, Qin Chu's mother leaned against her son's shoulders with tears in her eyes.
"Son… what happened to Mian?"
"Mom… how's Dad?" Qin Chu faintly said.
"Your father made it past the critical stage. At this point, it seems like he's doing fine, but the technology's still not the most advanced here. Your uncle and I are planning to bring your father to Hawaii for recovery."
"Okay..."
"Chu… Is Mian..."
"Mom… I'm really tired. I'm going to take a nap."
With that, Qin Chu closed his eyes and leaned back onto his seat; he really didn't want to talk about Huo Mian with anyone...
No one could feel what he was feeling right now.
There was an old saying: if the needle hadn't pierced your body, you will never know how much it hurts, much less understand how it feels.
- The holding cells -
