The hospital is a solemn place, but tonight it was extraordinarily quiet, especially a VIP ward on the top floor. No one knew what had happened, but the bodyguards at the door stood like two fierce deities, causing the passing nurses to instinctively soften their breath and scarcely dare to lift their heads.
Inside the ward, Lin Mengyao's face was particularly unpleasant. Xu Ke sat beside her, and they both looked at the two people leaning on the hospital bed.
Tang Zhongwei leaned against the bed, her face deathly pale, her mouth open trying to say something, but nothing came out of her throat.
Never before had she been clearer than she was now: it was all over for her, completely over.
In the adjacent bed, Yu Xia looked calm. The respirator that had earlier covered her face had also been removed. In fact, she didn't really need it, but Lin Mengyao put it on her out of concern. Unexpectedly, this gesture managed to save her life today.
