Jiangzhong City's First People's Hospital had a great reputation in Jiangzhong City, possessing many specialists.
But for ordinary people to receive the kind of treatment Ji Yunlin was getting was simply a pipe dream.
At this moment, Ji Yunlin still lay motionless in his hospital bed, while Song Jia sat next to the bed, her face full of sorrow, teary-eyed as she looked at Ji Yunlin!
In the past, Ji Yunlin was always lively and bouncing around in front of her; she had never seen him like this. Moreover, the doctor had just come for a check-up and kept shaking his head, the situation looking very grim.
Looking at Ji Yunlin in front of her, Song Jia's heart was nearly bleeding, feeling as if someone was mercilessly stabbing her heart with a knife, causing her unbearable pain, while the hatred in her heart was growing slowly like a sprouting seed.
She vowed that if it was really Ye Xunhuan who had done this, she would stop at nothing to make Ye Xunhuan pay with his life for her son.
