Very soon, Lin Yuelan and the rest sent Lin Jinmei to Lin's Hospital.
Lin Qingzhu, who had returned to Lin's Hospital first, had arranged everything.
When they arrived at the door of the operating theatre, Lin Jinmei still looked at Lin Yuelan with the last trace of hope. She asked with tears in her eyes," Master, are you really unable to save this child?"
Lin Yuelan shook her head and gave her a negative answer." No!"
Li Fazhi hugged her arm with one hand and held Lin Jinmei's hand tightly with the other. He said with a pained expression," Mei 'er, since this child is not fated to be with us, then let him go!"
Although these words were cruel, they had to be said.
Seeing that there was no hope, Lin Jinmei's eyes dimmed. She could only nod with tears in her eyes. Then, she put on a sterile gown and lay on the bed. Then, she waited to bid farewell to this child.
Lin Yuelan said," Don't worry. It's just a minor operation!"
