"You still love him, don't you?" Ye Hao pointed to Mo Yixuan, who had been lying on the ground, motionless, giving out a thunderous roar.
On the bed, He Xiyan was stiff like a stone. She could not believe that the man in front of her was her husband, a man she had known for more than two years.
Soon, the sound of a fit of urgent footsteps came along from the corridor.
Several medical staff came one after another.
The nurse was calling the police, while two doctors squatted down to examine Mo Yixuan, who seemed to be in a coma.
"Quickly, rush this patient to the emergency room." One doctor said aloud.
At this time, Mo Yixuan, who was lifted up, seemed to have suffered serious head injuries, with his forehead bleeding.
Sister Li was shocked aside.
"It's illegal for you to do so." Sister Li pointed to Mo Yixuan, who had been helped to the hospital bed, and then looked at furiously Ye Hao aside.
