Luo Yanfeng, who was covered in sweat, appeared at the door of the ward. He suddenly rushed over, came to the bed, and looked at his unconscious mother.
On the hospital bed, Mrs. Luo's face was very pale, and no trace of blood could be seen. Luo Yanfeng slowly squatted down and held her hand, which was in infusion. Her hand was cold and had no temperature at all.
He bent his knees and knelt down, as if he had lost all his strength. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, mom..."
For him, her mother worked hard all her life. But when her mother was sick, he was not by her side!
"She just fainted for the time being," Mo Chuhuan said behind him.
Luo Yanfeng held Mrs. Luo's hand and placed it on his lowered forehead. His shoulders
were still trembling.
The attending doctor asked Mo Yuanhuan, "May I ask if he is..."
