Old Mr. Mo had been in the emergency rescue room for two full hours.
The doors of the emergency rescue room were still tightly shut and the red lights were on. The glimmer of hope within Wen Xinya began to vanish slowly and her anxiety turned into frustration.
Wen Xinya had never felt so helpless before. In her previous lifetime, she suddenly pushed open the study of Old Mr. Mo's room. She was filled with despair and agony when she saw Old Mr. Mo lying motionlessly on the ground, his face all yellow and jaundiced.
Si Yiyan held her in his arms and patted her on her back comfortingly. "Xinya, no news is good news. Usually, when one suffers from myocardial infarction that leads to the rupture of the chest muscles, the most terrifying thing would be dying too quickly without having enough time for rescue. The longer Old Mr. Mo hangs on, the greater his chances of survival."
