Ling Momo hung up the phone, holding Li Qingshen's hand in a daze, staring at the motionless man, the familiar features of his face still so exquisite, yet at that moment, they filled her heart with such sorrow that she felt like crying.
Until they arrived at Qin Shi's hospital, Ling Momo's hand had never left Li Qingshen's, looking at his ghastly pale face, her eyes filled with overwhelming guilt.
As soon as the ambulance stopped, many people crowded around, and Ling Momo was suddenly squeezed away from Li Qingshen's side.
Li Qingshen was carried into the operating room, and outside the operating room, stood many people, chattering noisily.
Ling Momo didn't listen to a word, just sat there quietly, praying silently in her heart.
It wasn't until the evening that Li Qingshen was wheeled out of the operating room.
A crowd promptly stood up, rushing over.
"Uncle Qin, how is Qingshen?"
"Dad, is he okay?"
"Uncle Qin Shi..."
