"Old Ning, I'm still scared. You said his injuries are so severe, what if... what if..." Zhang Yun didn't dare to continue.
If Qin Ru Hai died, she would feel guilty and restless for the rest of her life.
"It'll be alright. He will definitely get better," Ning Yibin said, though he was also very worried in his heart; after all, the injuries were too serious, and it was uncertain whether he would survive.
Qin Jian hoped that Qin Ru Hai could live safely; his adoptive father was a good man.
He had not skimped on affection during his childhood.
This nurturing affection, Qin Jian could never forget no matter what.
The surgery was still underway and wouldn't be finished for a while.
Qin Jian stopped pacing, turned around, and saw An Hao's pale complexion. She seemed very uncomfortable.
"Were you frightened just now?" He silently reproached himself for his negligence, forgetting that the accident happened right before her eyes.