It was a woman. She had fallen into a coma from excessive blood loss and was on a nutrient drip.
"Mommy, Yingluo."
Su Li hurriedly walked over with teary eyes.
Su Xun had lost too much blood, and his mother's blood type was a match for his. She had been providing him with a steady stream of blood in the emergency room.
Not far away, a slender gray figure walked over. He took the trolley and unconsciously held her hand, which was already cold from the excessive blood transfusion.
The woman on the cart seemed to have sensed something and slowly, weakly opened her eyes.
su chen, how ... How's our son, Yingluo? how's he? "
Su chen looked at her pale face and bloodless lips. He held her hand and leaned over slightly. He pushed the cart close to her ear and said, " you should recover and take good care of your body. He's fine. Don't worry.
