Huo Jingting whispered a few more words in her ear, roughly telling her not to be too nervous.
Then he stood up and went into the office with the director and experts to discuss Chengcheng's condition.
The servant also comforted her from the side, "Second Miss, don't worry, the young master will be protected by fate, he will be fine."
Gu Nanqiao lowered her head and softly replied, "Mm."
She couldn't think about anything else at the moment, her hands clasped together, every tiny movement revealing her tension clearly.
After a long time, Chengcheng was finally pushed out from the emergency room.
His little face was pale as paper, still connected to a ventilator, with an IV drip in his hand, eyes tightly shut, never waking up.
Seeing his small chest still rising and falling, the big stone in Gu Nanqiao's heart finally fell to the ground.
No matter how severe his condition is now, at least he's still alive. As long as he's alive, there will surely be a way.
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