It didn't take long before Wen Jian came to the hospital. He arrived just as the doctor was about to complete his reading of the text.
The door suddenly opened with a bang. He turned around only to find Wen Jian standing there, completely suited in black from head to toe. He didn't look like someone who was suffering from extreme abdominal pain and a lack of energy throughout his body. If one didn't look at his pale face, they wouldn't find any difference.
At this time, the doctor had already given anesthesia to Wen Qiao. He was just about to finish up the last part when the man appeared.
He suddenly got a headache. He finally relented.
"Go and get ready."
Wen Jian didn't move and asked, "What's the possibility of saving them?"
"Well…" As he sighed, the doctor expressed his unwillingness to discuss the subject. "It's not good. If it's only the two of them, I'm afraid they'll both die."
