The doctor and nurse pushed Zhan Yan into the emergency room. He saw that her face was covered with an oxygen mask, and her body had cold pipes stuck into it. Du Xiaomo was blocked outside the emergency room, and her heart-wrenching wails resounded continuously in the corridor like the wails of ghosts.
"Wei Zhanyan, you big liar, you clearly promised me that you would wait for me to come back. Why? Du Xiaomo's body slid down along the cold walls and onto the ground. She sat paralyzed on the black marble floor, her hands clutching her stomach, in pain she was breaking out in a cold sweat.