Her man was lying here motionless, and the hospital had issued countless critical condition notices.
Now, even the doctors standing vigil had completely left, and Zhang Lan's heart could be said to be utterly despondent.
Calling Zhang Xiaomeng over was just a desperate attempt to clutch at straws.
Yet now, Zhang Xiaomeng had told her with such certainty that he could save her husband.
In Zhang Lan's hopeless heart, a flame of hope suddenly reignited.
Emotionally stirred, she clutched Zhang Xiaomeng's hands tightly and said,
"Dr. Zhang, if you can save my husband, I am willing to do anything for you."
Upon hearing this, a light smile appeared on Zhang Xiaomeng's lips.
Zhang Lan also realized that her words could easily be misunderstood, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
"Alright, don't be so nervous. You go out first, I need to concentrate on the treatment," he said.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Zhang Lan nodded like pecking at rice, hurriedly exiting the sickroom.
