Mother Mu lay by the bed, her cries heart-wrenching.
"Chengjin, don't leave your mother!"
"Wake up, just take a glance at your mother!"
Mother Mu was truly heartbroken; after all, she had only this one son.
The people from the second and third branches of the Mu Family, seeing Mu Chengjin was nearly gone, began to wipe tears in a pretense of sorrow.
The ambulance from Benevolent Heart Hospital had already arrived, and several doctors and nurses went upstairs. Under Zhou Zhiyan's command, they planned to carry Mu Chengjin to the hospital.
Ming Yao stood beside the bed and glanced over, placing her hand on Mu Chengjin's wrist to feel his pulse, her delicate eyebrows slightly knitting together.
Mu Chengjin was not suffering from any serious illness but from extreme emotional distress, with internal blood stasis, compounded by recent malnutrition due to excessive hunger leading to fainting.
