The surgical room was incredibly quiet and chilling. The air, thick with the smell of disinfectant, was also permeated with a stifling tension.
Seeing Li Wei lying on the rescue bench, her face paler than paper, her body cold, Song Qinghuan found it hard to breathe.
She shook her head vigorously, "No, it must be a hoax, it has to be."
Someone came in from outside, signaling Song Qinghuan to step out. Song Qinghuan refused, wanting to examine if Li Wei had really stopped breathing. She was then pulled away by Chen Tian.
Chen Tian then forcibly dragged Song Qinghuan out of the hospital.
Song Qinghuan, curled up on the back seat of the car with her head buried in her knees, was devastated. She kept her face hidden behind a curtain of messy hair.
Chen Tian watched her anxiously, unsure of what to say.
