Hearing the doctor's words, Yara's face had already changed greatly. He got in the car in a panic and shouted, "I'll go over now. Please take good care of my mother..."
When Yara rushed to the second hospital near the Blue Island with sweat all over his forehead, Mrs. Smith was already lying in the ward, slowly waking up with an infusion.
When the nurse brought Yara into the ward, there was no trace of blood on Mrs. Smith's face. When she saw Yara, she slowly raised her powerless hand. "Kaul..."
"Mom, Mom!" Yara came to the bed and sat down. He grabbed Mrs. Smith's raised hand and his eyes were red and moist. "I'm here. What's wrong with you? Why did you faint again?"
Mrs. Smith's gray lips moved, and she tried to put on a smile to comfort her son. "I'm fine. I'm just a little weak. Kaul, it's good that you're here..."
Yara slowly lowered his head and blamed himself in his heart. "Mom, I'm sorry."
