As Xian Guiying looked at him with red eyes, Wei Shanyuan's lips curled up and said, "If it is possible, let the father talk to her."
With that, Wei Shanyuan patted her shoulder. "I'm going to the ICU to take a look first. I still have some paperwork to do. Calm down first, we still haven't reached a dead end."
After saying that, he left.
Xian Guiying stood alone in front of the emergency room door. She stood there in a daze, not moving at all.
'For Qianqian's situation, we can only wait for a miracle and try our luck.'
Xian Guiying raised her hand and covered her face with it. She slowly squatted down and leaned against the corridor wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body.
