Janice was dragged out of the ward. Her heart wrenched as she stared at the ICU door, closing slowly before her.
She didn't want to give up, but what could she do?
She couldn't wake him up.
"What should I do?"
"Am I really going to lose him?"
She slumped down and fell to the cold floor in despair, bursting into tears.
After some time, she felt a pair of hands touching her.
Janice slowly raised her head and saw Old Mr. Allson looking at her expectantly in a wheelchair.
Tears welled up in Janice's eyes when she saw him.
"Grandpa, I've tried my best."
"I know."
He patted her on the shoulder before looking at the ICU door. He let out a sigh.
"It'll depend on his luck."
As he spoke, Old Mr. Allson began to cough violently.
Immediately, Janice tried to pat him when she saw this. Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..."
Everyone in the hallway was thrown into chaos when he suddenly faint.
