In the Intensive Care Unit, Qin Shu stood in front of the hospital bed in an anti-bacterial suit. She looked at her son, whose eyes were tightly shut, and his tiny, fleshy face was ashen. He had not woken up since he was pushed out of the surgery.
This was also the first time she saw her son covered in blood. She was so scared that her legs were a little weak.
Now, that small figure was lying on the hospital bed. She was so worried that she was at a loss.
Other than when Xiao Jiu was born, he was never in a hospital. He almost never fell ill. He didn't even catch a cold or have a fever, and his body had always been in good health.
Qin Shu's gaze had been fixed on Xiao Jiu the whole time, and she didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that she would disturb his rest.
Outside the ward, Feng Jiuxiao stood in front of the door without saying anything. He could see the situation inside through the small glass window on the door.
