An extremely dismal feeling welled up in Lu Nanze's heart.
The sort of dismal feeling a completely abandoned person would feel.
He was now afraid.
He was really afraid.
Seeing the amount of blood Qiao Lian had lost, seeing her taken into the operating theatre ashen-faced.
For the first time, he felt panic-stricken.
His Qiao Lian, she must not die!
At this thought, his eyes reddened immediately. He would not look away from the operating theatre for a moment.
After a few hours, the door of the operating theatre swung open.
The doctor walked out.
Lu Nanze took a nervous step towards him and looked at the doctor.
He was not familiar with all of the emotions inside him now, he merely felt the tightness in his chest.
He looked at the doctor, not even daring to bring himself to ask the question.
