Dr. Feng and Dr. Xiao were watching Lu Yizhou closely through the glass window, taking in the gentleness and heartache in his eyes as he gazed down at the comatose young man.
"Stop crying," Dr. Feng deadpanned. "It's not like anyone is dead."
Dr. Xiao's eyes were as red as a rabbit. The former royal doctor was currently overwhelmed by the surge of emotions in her chest and was unable to stop the tears from falling. "I… I just can't help it. The child has definitely suffered so much outside, otherwise why would he run here for help? The last time I saw him, he was only less than one year old. Back then, he could already call me 'Xiao' with a sweet, milky voice. And in a blink of an eye, he…"
Dr. Feng immediately knew what the other person was talking about. He also felt like he would never be able to forget that day.
