A group of people was waiting outside the resuscitation room.
Bo Yimo leaned against the wall, not letting anyone see her expression at the moment.
Bo Yicheng rubbed her head and comforted her silently.
Su had already told them about Bo Zhan's condition in advance so that they could be mentally prepared.
However, no one could prepare for such a thing in advance.
More than an hour later, the doctor pushed the surgery cart out. Bo Zhan was wearing an oxygen mask, looking Haggard.
He was awake for the time being, but his consciousness was still blurry.
The doctor had already informed them that she was in critical condition. They just had to see if she could make it through the night.
what's the probability? " Bo Yunli's jaw gradually straightened. what's the probability of surviving tonight? "
The doctor didn't answer, only shaking his head in regret.
The expressions of the people around him sank.
He also understood the doctor's meaning.
