Thinking about the pain Qin Jian was enduring at this moment, An Hao felt as though her heart was being sliced apart with a dull knife.
Every time she thought of Qin Jian lying on the operating table, his chest opened up while the attending doctors remained helpless, An Hao couldn't stop the flood of tears.
She didn't want others to see her crying, so she turned her head to look out the window, silently letting her tears flow time and again, then forcing them back with effort.
Finally, the plane arrived at its destination.
As it stopped on the hospital's helipad, a number of doctors were already waiting to receive them.
At the same time, Zhang Jianguo was standing there as well, his expression heavy as he anxiously awaited their arrival.
An Hao couldn't spare a moment to speak with Zhang Jianguo and simply followed Yan Ye, rushing ahead without hesitation.
"What's the current condition of the injured?"
Yan Ye asked as he walked quickly.
