"Yes, I'll arrange it right away," the doctor said respectfully, bowing and then leaving the hospital room upon seeing that Charles White had no further instructions.
The hospital room became quiet.
Charles White stood still, not moving for a long time, his gaze fixed continuously on Zoe Yale sleeping under the quilt.
She was deeply asleep, much better behaved than before, her entire body curled up like a shrimp.
Her delicate features, in the dim light, emitted a clean aura, like an angel in slumber...
As Charles White watched her, the words of the doctor flashed through his mind again.
Doctors from the White family were all from a special medical team, and if the doctor in charge of Zoe Yale said her illness was incurable, then it most likely truly was.
Charles walked forward, sat beside the bed, and his well-defined fingers gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, touching her fingers as if they were electrified, and he abruptly trembled.
