Gong Beiyao took Qingxue to the nearest hospital nearby.
Two hours later—
The doctor came out of the emergency room.
"The patient's right leg is severely injured and she might never be able to stand up again. Please prepare yourselves psychologically. Additionally, she has heart disease, and under no circumstances can you further stimulate her condition. When she wakes up, be sure to find a way to control her emotions and comfort her well."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Qianxia felt as though she had been struck by lightning!
She tightly grabbed the corner of the doctor's coat and pressed, "What do you mean she might never stand up again? Doctor, you have to make this clear—what does it mean she'll never stand up again..."
"I'm sorry, Miss Sheng, we've done all we could."
Sheng Qianxia shook the doctor's coat like a madwoman, "She is only eighteen... She's only eighteen... Please save her, won't you... Save her!!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Sheng."
Sorry.
Sorry.
What's the use of sorry!!
