Lin Xinlan gently patted his back until he fell asleep. She then carefully laid him on the sofa and pulled a nearby blanket over him.
If Rong Shaoze really couldn't make it, she would keep it from Xiaocong.
Let him sleep through it all. The painful experience could be borne by her alone.
Sitting on the couch, Lin Xinlan felt very uneasy.
She was constantly anxious, praying that Rong Shaoze could overcome the crisis.
Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps outside. Her heart skipped a beat and she hastily followed them.
The door to the intensive care unit next door was opened, and several doctors went in. She wanted to follow them but was intercepted by Tao Hua, "The doctors are performing a rescue, you can't go in!"
Lin Xinlan turned pale, knowing without asking that Rong Shaoze's condition had become critical.
"How is he?!"
"His heartbeat stopped. Prepare yourself mentally. In a minute, I will let you in to see him for the last time."
Boom—
