Ou Yimo's eyes were filled with tears, drying up and then flowing again.
The blood in her heart was still violently surging.
The pain in her heart gradually became numb.
She didn't know how many medical instruments were being used on her, as if trying to bring back her breath.
But her heart was already broken.
Already broken a long time ago...
"Ou Yimo, Ou Yimo..." Gong Shirao's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, "You must have the will to live, otherwise no one can save you! Be brave! As long as you want to live, no one can take your breath away, do you hear me!"
Her voice was urgent and flustered, as if the person she was desperately trying to save was just a very ordinary patient.
It was unrelated to any grudge, she was just determined to save her, had to save her, like any other patient.
