Before Ye Fan arrived, doctors had already asked the nurses to bring in many bags of blood.
Oh...
Ye Dong looked at his son Ye Fan one more time, wanting to speak, but was afraid to say anything.
In the end, he could only comfortingly pat Ye Fan on the shoulder before leaving.
My son, it's not that they wanted to keep it from you, it's just that they really didn't dare to say it.
The blow to a person could be even more severe.
Now, Ye Dong could see that his son was already on the brink of collapse.
He couldn't put any more pressure on him.
It's better to wait for everything to come out later!
Ye Fan vaguely felt it too.
He wasn't stupid!
He had already understood the severity of the situation.
If it were just a fainting spell, it definitely wouldn't require this level of intervention.
Just now, the way his father looked at him was so sad, it deeply pierced his heart.
He clenched his fists tightly...
