At this moment, Zhou Ziyu was already crying so hard that her eyes were bloodshot, unable to listen to Mu Weidong's persuasion.
On Huang Qingtian's side, he was anxiously waiting at the door of the surgery room.
What Mu Keren gave Huang Qingtian was not just a home.
She and the babies were now Huang Qingtian's world.
Now, she and the two little babies lay in the operating room, their lives uncertain. Meanwhile, the older baby had fallen into the hands of the enemy, also with an uncertain fate.
Huang Qingtian felt like his whole world was about to collapse.
His anxiety and fear could no longer describe his inner turmoil.
He squatted halfway at the surgery room door, chain-smoking.
Only with the power of nicotine could he momentarily control his emotions, intending to turn the hospital upside down if Mu Keren didn't pull through.
Some people just don't know the right time to act.
Huang Qingtian's emotions were already stretched to the breaking point.
