Su Ningyan was originally calm, thinking he looked so robust, he surely wouldn't be in danger.
But just now, the doctor came out and said the patient was bleeding heavily, and the situation was nothing to be optimistic about.
Suddenly, Su Ningyan began to feel afraid, afraid that Feng Jinghan would just die like this.
"Ningyan, your father has faced life and death countless times in his life, he's been through a lot. He won't be in danger."
No matter how much Feng Tianyou comforted her, Su Ningyan squatted on the ground, hiding her head between her legs.
When Zhuo Junyue arrived at the hospital and saw Su Ningyan's condition, his heart ached terribly.
Seeing Zhuo Junyue, Feng Tianyou breathed a sigh of relief, "You're finally here, please console her."
Zhuo Junyue held her shoulders, lifted her up, and hugged her, "Wife, don't cry, everything will be okay."
"Dear..."
Zhuo Junyue gently patted her shoulder, "It's okay, don't panic, let's wait for the doctor."
