The two of them stumbled after, watching as Lin Zhou was taken into the intensive care unit.
The door closed once more.
Tian Xin looked into the ICU through the window, only able to see the fluctuating lines on the heart monitor. From there, she learned one fact — Lin Zhou was still alive.
He was still alive.
This was undoubtedly the best news.
Two consecutive days of shock had left her mind in chaos, her speech incoherent and stuttering, her words failing to express her thoughts.
She clung to Zhang Shuai's uninjured arm, muttering repeatedly to him, "Is he... is he... still alive?"
"Look at that monitor, you... last time... when you had an accident, it was... it was the same."
"He... he will definitely get better, just like you, won't he?"
In fact, Zhang Shuai was also seriously injured.
