The two confronted each other with their gazes for not long before the light above the emergency room door finally went out, and the attending physician walked out looking somewhat exhausted.
Tan Lixin immediately surrounded him, "Doctor, how is the child?"
"There are two pieces of news, one good, one bad." The doctor was still calm, having worked in the hospital for many years and seen too many partings of life and death. Even though Tan Rongrong was still at the flower-like age, her internal organs were not well, which he found regrettable.
But that was the case for most young people nowadays.
After all, everyone's internal organs are made of flesh, not built from steel and concrete.
How can they withstand all that they put them through every day?
Skewers, hotpot, barbecue, spicy food, frozen treats, and the torture of staying up all night?