He had only this one son for his entire life, and Fang Qin was willing to give up even his life for her; he wouldn't drive her to a dead end.
Mrs. Fang was crying so hard that she nearly fainted; in this short half-month, she visibly lost weight at an alarming rate, as if she aged several years.
Fang Linbo wasn't much better; on one hand, he had to shoulder the pressure of his high-stress job, and on the other hand, he had to console his wife, while his heart was constantly tied to Fang Qin's condition.
He had already been in a coma for half a month, and if some more time passed, missing the optimal window for awakening, it was very likely that he would become vegetative.
Whenever Fang Linbo thought about this, he would always feel an unbearable sense of guilt.
At this moment, it was already late at night.
