Hearing the doctor calling his name, Zhou Qing quickly stood up and rushed forward.
"I!"
The attending physician spoke indifferently, "The patient's condition is quite bad. He wants to see you now, so hurry up and follow me in."
Zhou Qing nodded immediately and followed the attending physician into the operating room.
At that moment, Zhou Weining lay on the hospital bed, pale.
His body bore multiple wounds.
Many tubes were also inserted into his body.
Zhou Qing grasped Zhou Weining's hand tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.
They say men do not easily shed tears, but that is only until their heart is truly broken.
The relationship between him and Zhou Weining was definitely not something that could be explained in a few words.
Zhou Weining was extremely weak. Holding Zhou Qing's hand, he now had no strength left, his voice pitifully soft.
"Brother Ning! You must hold on!"
