Tang Zhi patted his shoulder, though the words he was about to say were somewhat ruthless.
But, to give his friend a heads up, Tang Zhi had no choice but to say.
"Tianyou, her condition is not optimistic. You...you should prepare yourself."
As a doctor, Tang Zhi had a profound understanding of the patient's condition.
Furthermore, if she can fully recover, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
Sometimes, perhaps life and death are predetermined, as a doctor, he had already done his best.
What's left can only be left to fate.
Feng Tianyou didn't say anything more, he was aware of her condition, he just didn't want to give up.
"Tang Zhi, do your best to preserve her life; I will find her family as soon as possible."
Tang Zhi nodded and then Feng Tianyou dressed in a sterile suit and entered the intensive care unit.
She, lying on the hospital bed, looked even more frail, like a candle that was nearly burned out.