That night.
Alice is in the ICU, let her sleep well.
Zhou Mo Sen came to Howard's ward.
The old doctor lay on the hospital bed, very weak.
"The surgery was successful."
Hearing Zhou Mo Sen's words, Old Howard seemed to have a glimmer of hope.
"Thank you so much."
"It's my duty." At this moment, Zhou Mo Sen actually wanted to say that he had already gotten close with Alice.
But, he ultimately didn't say it.
Old Howard already knew he was at the end of his life, and with his last effort said, "Dr. Zhou, I've indeed done many bad things before. I'm truly sorry, and since you saved my daughter's life, I'm even more ashamed to ask for your forgiveness."
That remark was still acceptable.
Zhou Mo Sen said, "You'd better save your words."
Old Howard shook his head, "I'm afraid if I don't say it, I won't have another chance."
Zhou Mo Sen had no choice but to listen.
