"What's going on?"
When Zhou Mingchen arrived at the hospital, Lin Zhi had already been in resuscitation for half an hour.
Lin Xilin was crying terribly, her shoulders convulsing incessantly.
After work, she had chatted with her dad at the hospital until nine o'clock. She had just taken a bath at home, and hadn't even had time to dry her hair when she received a call from a hospital nurse, informing her that Lin Zhi was critically ill and had been rushed into the resuscitation room, his life hanging by a thread.
"Please prepare yourselves mentally," a doctor passed by, addressing the few people waiting nearby.
Lu Zuo steadied Lin Xilin's shoulders and settled her in a chair, "Dad will definitely be okay."
Zhou Mingchen looked up at the lit light above the resuscitation room door and, in a daze, felt as though he had returned to eight years ago.
