"The patient's internal organs have suffered severe damage; whether he can wake up or not depends on his personal will," the doctor said.
Sheng Qianxia, her face pale, pressed on with her questions, "What do you mean by that?"
The doctor explained, "If he can wake up within twenty-four hours, there won't be any danger to his life. However, a steel pipe injured his nerves, and we can only know the specific impact once he wakes up."
Sheng Qianxia's face was ashen.
Ling Muye was wheeled into the VIP ward.
On the hospital bed.
Ling Muye lay with his eyes closed, his face deathly pale, as though he were merely sleeping.
She had never looked at his face so intently before. He was actually very handsome...
"Ling. Why are you so foolish?"
"Xie Weiyi wants my life, not yours. Why did you have to shield me?"
"Are you an idiot? I'm not even nice to you."
"Now you're lying here, with no family around. I don't even know who I should contact for you!"
